Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 930 Great Benefactor

  Fang Jifan picked up the account book and looked at it carefully.

   Then bared his teeth: "This month's performance is not good, why did I earn 57 million taels of silver..."

  Wang Ao's eyes straightened immediately when he heard it from the side.

  Thousands of grass and mud horses galloped by in my heart.

   While the court was arguing endlessly over the income of millions of taels of silver, what the **** is your monthly... five thousand seven hundred... or ten thousand?

  Fang Jifan said angrily: "Wang Jinyuan, this young master beat you to death, and this is how you sell the house? It's like a dog! Sales only grow by 10%!"

Wang Jinyuan said bitterly: "Master, the interest rate has been raised recently. Besides, you said it yourself, good land, you have to hoard it, and sell it bit by bit... Now the development is all remote area…"

  Fang Jifan squinted his eyes, looking like an old god: "It seems that we have to find a way to stimulate it, or should we increase the price?"

   "Yes." Wang Jinyuan nodded: "On the first day of next month, a batch of land will be launched, and he will be raised several hundred taels of silver per mu."

  Fang Jifan nodded, calmed down, put down the account book, and sighed: "It's hard, it's hard, for our Daming, it's really hard."

  Seeing Wang Ao clutching his heart and panting aside, Fang Jifan said, "Master Wang, what's wrong with you?"

   "..."

Fang Jifan seemed to see the worry on Wang Ao's face, and Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Master Wang obviously only saw Jianye earning money, but didn't see how much Jianye spent. I have seen thieves being beaten. Come, come, come..."

  Fang Jifan led Wang Ao out of the sales office. The straight streets were paved like a well, and the road was good, smooth as a mirror. There were trucks, horse-drawn carriages, and countless people busy.

  In the distance, there are big chimneys, dense black smoke from the brick kilns, porcelain kilns and countless workshops, the black smoke is rolling and rushing to the sky.

   What a spectacular sight this is. In the space of the well, there are rows of buildings with no end in sight.

"Master Wang, you are the Minister of the Ministry of Officials. Do you know how many people live and live in this house? Do you know that just a few years ago, the Ming Dynasty was full of refugees... Yes, Dingxing County, I am familiar with it. If you disassemble the report on Dingxing County, in Dingxing County alone, in the third year of Hongzhi, there was a great hunger and people ate each other; in the seventh year of Hongzhi, there was another snowstorm, and many people and animals died. In the eleventh year of Hongzhi, Dingxing County was full of poor people, and there were more than 700 refugees who fled. People left their hometowns and were cheap. The king didn’t understand this truth? So many people who lost their land, so many can’t survive What should they do? The only thing the imperial court can do is to give relief, but the relief is useless, let alone how much rations can fall into the hands of these red people, even if the imperial court can support them for a while Now, the Ming Dynasty is overcrowded, but the land is limited... These problems, the master of the king, do you think about it when you are your own official? "

   "..." Wang Ao remained silent.

  Fang Jifan gritted his teeth and said: "Look, these people who have lost their land, these people who can't survive, are all here. What do they live on? They live on their benefactors. Who is the benefactor..."

  Wang Ao was silent for a moment, then said: "I have to admit that you are their benefactor."

"Bullshit!" Fang Jifan directly said a vulgar sentence: "What kind of benefactor am I? The real benefactor is those people who are rushing to buy Xishan Jianye's house. Such an expensive house makes me feel scalp Numbness, it’s terrible, but what about them, if they have no money, they go to sell their properties, and if they don’t have any property, they sell pots and irons. If they don’t have pots and irons at home, they go to borrow money. They are gritting their teeth, with tears in their eyes, and bleeding , Desperately, I gave all my belongings. These silvers accumulated into tens of millions of taels, turned into hundreds of millions of taels of silver, and turned into astronomical figures. Relying on these silvers, If the house is to be built, countless people who have no food to eat and who are almost starved to death will have a place to live. They burn bricks, porcelain, iron, wood, and build houses. They burn cement. They finally, With an opportunity to sell their strength, relying on this strength to sell their blood and sweat, they can have food. A craftsman, at least three taels of silver a month, and a laborer, at least two taels, they can cut new ones for their children. They don’t have to worry about going hungry anymore, and they can even send their children to study in Mengxue. Some smart people take this opportunity to start some small businesses, which is enough to support their families... Do you know how many people are supported here? ?Hundreds of thousands... It's those great benefactors who have been selling everything, feeding hundreds of thousands of families, which means millions of men, women, and children. How many hundreds of thousands of households do I have in Ming Dynasty? ?”

"The Master Wang is the Minister of the Ministry of Officials. Like those scholars, he thinks about the family, the country, and the world, but this world is just made up of flesh and blood one after another. Only when they live can they have a family, a country, and a world. , if they all starve to death, what are you talking about?"

"There are also those nobles, those rich people, those officials and gentry, if they are not allowed to come up with money, how can so many people survive. Officials, gentry, and rich people want a house , I will give them a luxurious house, and I will build a new city outside the Daming Palace that will last forever, and what the poor people want...is to live well, then, I will let them live, I have A grandson, he used to be a eunuch, he also enjoyed wealth, but he suffered adversity, and only after the adversity did he realize how hard it is to live, hey, I miss my grandson now..."

Fang Jifan sighed: "Many things, Master Wang must not understand. I didn't understand it before, but now I think it is ridiculous. Even tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and ten years later, Master Wang will still disagree. , I don’t understand, but what does it matter, I just ask you one thing.”

   "What?" Wang Ao seemed to be touched.

  Fang Jifan looked directly at Wang Ao with sharp eyes and full of confidence. He said word by word: "For things I don't understand, in my heart, I can disdain or laugh at them, but... please shut up!"

"you…"

  Fang Jifan crossed his hands and laughed loudly: "You are my master bookkeeper now. Whatever I say, just say so. Don't talk back. Okay, then, let's go back to the nursery."

   "Go back to the nursery school?" Wang Ao felt that he could not keep up with the rhythm of Shang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan said eloquently: "Of course, a big event is going to be announced today."

   After harming those who bought a house, they will go back to harm their children.

  Wang Ao's heart skipped a beat, he was determined to follow Fang Jifan even more closely.

  When Fang Jifan returned to the nursery, all the children sat in a row.

  They are already in the nursery. After more than a year of study, all of them have begun to understand the rules.

  This kind of nursery school is different from the ones raised by later generations. It really spent countless silver to throw these children out.

  Every day's courses have to go through strict research, and any teacher who teaches them is at the level of Jinshi or above.

Daily morning exercises, the standard of food is the highest, and now, the children have come back from an outing, they have seen the Xishan Steam Vehicle Research Institute with their own eyes, and saw the steam engines that have been trial-produced one by one. It looked extremely shocking.

   All the kids, still immersed in it.

  But... when they came back, it was still dark, and a new class... began.

  Fang Jifan and Wang Ao just stood outside the window and looked at the children sitting side by side inside.

  Every child sat on a small stool, with his hands behind his back, sitting upright.

   "Now, please invite our great discoverer of "Theory of Fine Insects" Xishan Academy University scholar Zhang Sen... his father, Mr. Zhang Jing, to talk about his experience in raising children. Applause!"

  Papapapapa...

  The children applauded.

   Then, an old gentleman stood up, and this was Zhang Jing.

   Zhang Jing is excited.

Ever since the theory of worms subverted the entire medical science, his son, Zhang Sen, who was bestowed with a bachelor's degree, became famous. Since then, countless medical papers have been expounded on his theory, and Zhang Sen has been hailed as the The father of worms is now in the medical school. His research group has more than 80 medical students. Almost everyone regards him as an idol. Many subversive papers.

  As his father, he immediately became a role model.

  The tiger father has no dogs and sons. With so many powerful sons, his father must have something extraordinary.

In Xincheng, many elementary school students invited him to teach the way of raising children. At first, Zhang Jing was a little cautious, but he was acquainted with each other once, but now...he wears a scarf on his head and Confucian fir on his body, and slowly came to the stage, coughing: "Speaking of this godson... I, Zhang Jing... have a little bit of experience, you are all children..."

  ...

  Wang Ao actually listened attentively.

  Because his child is still young, of course, he absolutely dare not send his child to the nursery.

It's just... this Zhang Jing's son, he has also heard a little bit that people are not disgusted with medical skills. In fact, many Confucian scholars like to read some medical books, and occasionally read some medical books for others and themselves.

   Therefore, Wang Ao also admires that Bachelor Zhang Sen.

  Looking at the triumphant Zhang Jing, Wang Ao felt a little envious in his heart.

  Although I am the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, how much will my son...will achieve?

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