Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 968 Beloved Disciple

  Fang Jifan had a good time: "It's okay, it's okay, pig iron will come soon, so **** Liu Wenshan..."

  Fang Jifan began to grind his teeth, wishing he could kill this dog-like thing.

   Such an opening cannot be opened.

  Once the mouth is opened, with this precedent, hundreds of thousands of disciples and grandchildren, all of them belong to the ten clans. Why, did Fang Jifan use us as a public toilet? Come whenever you want, leave whenever you want, and kill my master and master to sacrifice to the heavens. Hey, I want to collect tickets.

   "Damn Liu Wenshan, his character is a bit despicable, but his theory may not be wrong." Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with a smile: "So, there will be pig iron!"

  The supply is in short supply. According to the experience of the ancients, it will cause the price to skyrocket.

  Agricultural society pays attention to stability, whether it is skyrocketing or plummeting, it is a huge harm to people's livelihood.

  This is also the reason why a group of people headed by Liu Jian hope to take extreme measures to directly check merchants.

   This is not to say that Liu Jian and others are devoid of conscience, but that once pig iron cannot be supplied, many merchants will hoard goods, which will inevitably lead to turmoil in the country.

  Pig iron has always been the country's most important material.

  Once the arsenal of the imperial court loses pig iron, weapons cannot be supplied to the border towns in time.

   Once the price of pig iron soars, the price of farm tools for the common people will skyrocket. This is also closely related to agriculture, which will lead to a large-scale reduction in grain production in the coming year.

  Even if there is no major problem for the time being, for example, there are still weapons in the arsenal of the imperial court, and the common people can barely supply the needs of farm tools.

  If things go on like this, the harm to the country will be huge.

The reason why the Tatars traded with the Ming Dynasty in the past and turned their faces repeatedly was that even if the Ming Dynasty traded with it, it strictly controlled the trade of pig iron, so that the Tatars did not even have an iron pot, and they could not live. Dry!

  Therefore, the ancients used this kind of experience in an old way. They hate merchants who hoard their goods, and using them to operate can minimize the harm.

   On the other hand, this is also an endless loop. If you don’t get out of this endless loop, whenever there is a huge demand in the market, merchants start stockpiling goods, kill Jitian, and use force to maintain stability. The entire Ming Dynasty is still a pool of stagnant water.

  Liu Wenshan's method is very simple.

  Use market methods to achieve a balance between supply and demand.

Although merchants are profit-seeking, they can be exploited. They have a very keen sense of smell and super mobility. When the price of pig iron soars, they will go crazy... looking for sources of pig iron. In this way, once the pig iron in the market becomes more and more If there are many, the situation that the supply exceeds the demand will be resolved.

  Zhu Houzhao listened to Fang Jifan's assurance, nodded his head; "I believe Liu Wenshan, after all, this is a guy who asked himself to kill ten clans... ah ha ha..."

  Fang Jifan's face twitched.

  Zhu Houzhao immediately said: "Yes, I had a dream last night."

   "..."

  Fang Jifan often couldn't keep up with Zhu Houzhao's thinking.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "Guess who you dreamed about?"

  Fang Jifan shook his head.

  Zhu Houzhao said happily: "You..."

  Fang Jifan's hairs stood on end.

   "And Xu Jing!" Zhu Houzhao held his head: "I don't understand why I dreamed of him."

  Fang Jifan hurriedly said: "Your Highness should say, why did you dream of Chen and Xu Jing?"

"I often dream about you." Zhu Houzhao curled his lips: "What's so strange about this? The point of this palace is why I dream about him. He has been at sea for so many years, and there is no news of him. Is he dead? , That's why I entrusted the dream to Bengong, what is the meaning of this dream? I have to ask Master Li to interpret the dream."

Fang Jifan said: "My nephew, what dreams can be interpreted. Hey, His Highness reminded me that I thought of my dear and beloved Xu Jing. Now that I think about it, there are not many other disciples who are caring, such as that damned Liu Wenshan. But Xu Jing..."

  Fang Jifan's eyes were a little moist.

   This is my favorite disciple.

  Thinking of his life or death, Fang Jifan's heart...Fang Jifan felt like his heart was being pricked, it hurt!

   "He won't die." Fang Jifan said with a stern face: "He will live, and he has to be my cow or horse. In order to let him go to sea, His Majesty and we have spent so much money..."

  Zhu Houzhao nodded and nodded: "That's good. However, I still have a question."

  Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao suspiciously: "Your Highness seems to have a lot of questions today."

Zhu Houzhao said with a bitter face: "I have published a lot of papers these days, some of which have been published in journals, but in this issue, I have submitted an article "Observation of Mechanical Motion". Damn it, it didn't make it to the front page. It was actually Zhang Xin who published it, Zhang Xin's "On the Nutrition of Crops" actually squeezed out Ben Gong's paper. The review team is unfair."

  Fang Jifan couldn't help but said: "Crop nutrition? Let me see."

   Waiting for someone to fetch the latest periodicals.

  Zhu Houzhao said, "I brought it here."

   Taking out a journal from his sleeve, Fang Jifan took it.

  Zhu Houzhao is very concerned about journals, but he is also a very competitive person. Since his few papers on mechanics came out, he was immediately cited by a large number of papers in mathematics, engineering, and engineering, and it became all the rage.

This made Zhu Houzhao very satisfied. On this basis, especially in the process of manufacturing steam locomotives, he published many papers. This time, his "Observation of Mechanical Motion" was originally thought to be It was going to be on the front page, but... was robbed.

Fang Jifan opened the journal, went straight to the topic, and after a look, he understood: "His Royal Highness's thesis is actually not under Zhang Xin, but... Zhang Xin's thesis is more pleasing, you see, he believes that crops are just like people. To grow vigorously, you need to provide nutrition. What is nutrition? Nutrients are just like why His Highness grows stronger than others, because His Highness loves to eat beef, and why many people are yellow and thin. This is because the people are eating bran and swallowing vegetables. With this idea, can the review team be indifferent? Farming is the foundation of the country. And here, according to Zhang Xin’s years of research and practice, he realized that the nutrition of crops comes from humus, which has humus and vitality. ,so…"

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't help complaining: "After all, who doesn't know that fertilizing the crops can make the crops grow better, and he needs to talk about it?"

Fang Jifan said with a smile: "This is science. The essence of science lies in observation. Through observation, to create a set of theories, for example, to understand the two things of humus and vitality. In the future, countless descendants will be able to live in On this basis, the research continues.”

   "However..." Fang Jifan laughed: "I don't think the point of view of vitality may be entirely correct."

   "Huh?" Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up. He had wanted to slap Zhang Xin in the face for a long time, because agriculture was particularly valued by the review group, and many papers published by Na Tuntian ranked ahead of him.

  Fang Jifan said: "Actually, I have an immature idea that the nutrition of crops may come from... minerals."

  , "What mine?"

  Fang Jifan hasn't spoken yet.

  Zhu Houzhao grabbed Fang Jifan's lapel: "Say it, will you tell me? Don't tell me I will settle with you. You stole my seal and stamped it everywhere!"

   "I'm wronged." Fang Jifan howled.

  ...

  Emperor Hongzhi was watching memorials in Fengtian Hall as usual.

  His life is boring.

   So much so that Xiao Jing also felt that it was very boring, the emperor of other people's family.

  Thinking about my seniors, Wang Zhen, Wang Zhi, which of them didn't follow a cheating emperor, following this emperor, wandering around all day long, that day can be described as colorful.

  On the other hand, when I opened my eyes every day, I didn’t follow Emperor Hongzhi to say hello, and then I went to Fengtian Temple. This stop lasted for seven or eight hours. When it was dark, I went home to sleep.

  Is this still how eunuchs should live?

  But he didn't dare to have any complaints, he bowed his body, and stood cautiously aside.

   Outside, someone was poking around.

  Xiao Jing saw it, glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and didn't realize it, His Majesty, who was still buried in the copybook, tiptoed out of Fengtian Palace, the little **** hurriedly said: "Old Ancestor, something is wrong."

   "Slow down, speak in detail." Xiao Jing stood with his hands behind his back.

   "Shangshu of the Ministry of War was beaten up by the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

   "What?" Xiao Jing had a feeling of RI dog.

  If His Majesty knew about it, he wouldn’t be furious.

   This is a dignified minister, and he was beaten by the censor. What kind of decent is this, it will make a big joke.

   "Why?" Xiao Jing stared at the eunuch.

The **** Qiqi Ai said: "These days, the manufacturing bureau is seriously short of pig iron. In order to prevent it from happening, the Metropolitan Procuratorate checked the number of storage in the arsenal of the Ministry of War. The Ministry of War said that the weapons in the arsenal can be used for one year, but who I know...the censors went to the arsenal to check...but found...but found..."

  Xiao Jing seemed to understand something: "It's missing?"

"It's more than just missing." The **** settled down, realized that his voice was a little louder, and lowered his voice: "It turned out that in terms of swords, there were nineteen thousand three hundred and sixty-six swords, but The actual number is actually less than one in ten, less than two thousand, and most of them are rotten. The censors were in a hurry, so they went to the Ministry of War. Ma Wensheng, the Minister of the Ministry of War, was also taken aback. He hurriedly sent someone to find the head of the treasury department. It was a beating, and now there is still a lot of trouble at the Ministry of War."

Xiao Jing trembled: "Don't let Dongchang get involved in this matter, it's their own business, dog bites dog!" Xiao Jing said while turning his head, glanced at Fengtian Temple, and then said lightly: " Well, you go down."

  (end of this chapter)