Tianfu Garden, next to the king!

Zhao Lao Er looked at the flyer in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became. This kind of loss, this is not the first time he has eaten it, the emperor used the sentence when he smelled Qihang, and he once made soap the most expensive luxury in the world.

There is no doubt that now he has become a propaganda prop for Wen Qihang to collect money, and it is really impossible to prevent it.

"How much did he sell this house?" Zhao Lao Er said lightly.

"Back to Your Majesty, more than a hundred." Although the emperor didn't say who he was, Wang Jien still understood in an instant, secretly glanced at Zhao Laoer, and saw that he was still concentrating on reading the newspaper, so he hurriedly replied.

"More than a hundred?" Zhao Lao Er was surprised. He knows that the cost of this kind of house is sold for more than 100, which means that Wen Qihang has earned at least 300,000 yuan! I thought that no one would buy the poor countryside of Guanlou Village, and even if there were, it was only a few households, so there would be so many.

"Yes, Your Majesty, there is a title deed issued by the county government of Kaocheng County as evidence." Wang Jien fully proved the reason why he was able to become the head of internal affairs at such a young age, even if it was such a trivial matter, he could answer it with his mouth open.

"Did you pay your taxes?" Zhao Lao Er groaned. With such a large sum of money, he can only be envious, except for being able to ask whether he pays taxes, he can only continue to be jealous.

"One household, one handover, Wen Jue has always been more positive in this regard." Knowing that the emperor was in a bad mood, Wang Jien hurriedly said a good news.

"It seems that he owes Qian Zhuang the money for the seal, and he can pay it off now." Zhao Lao Er tried to find a reason for himself to be less congested, after all, he had supported hundreds of thousands of yuan in Qianzhuang, and he also wanted to collect profits.

Wang Jien smacked his lips and said: "Back to Your Majesty, Wen Jue him, he didn't pay back the money........"

"Didn't pay it back?" Zhao Lao Er suddenly thought of the speed of Wen Qihang's bastard, and hurriedly asked, "Then where did this money go?" ”

"Wen Jue plans to build a library in Guanlou Village." Wang Jien dared to sell Guanzi there, and hurriedly said.

"Library?" Zhao Lao Er said in surprise.

"It's a library similar to the imperial court, and Lord Wen plans to collect the world's books and fill it." Wang Jien explained.

"Can a pavilion use 300,000?" How much did the imperial court spend to build a library pavilion, he still has a number, how can it not cost 300,000 yuan!

"The library has a budget of 100,000 yuan, and the rest has 100,000 yuan, and Wen Jue plans to expand the Yellow River crossing, as well as the papermaking workshop and the book printing workshop." Wang Jien explained the whereabouts of 300,000 Guan one by one.

"So, 300,000 is gone." Zhao Lao Er can't say what it feels like now, as an emperor with the wealth of the world, he has not been generous with a little viscount to spend money.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The corners of Wang Jien's mouth twitched slightly. He understands the emperor's mentality very well, and when he first heard the news, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and this speed of spending money was simply inhumane and envious of others.

Zhao Lao Er snorted: "Are you the roundworm in my stomach, or the roundworm in Qihang's stomach, you know his plan clearly." ”

"........" This is to anger others, Wang Jien helplessly pointed to the newspaper in Zhao Lao's second-hand and said: "Back to Your Majesty, it's not that I know what Wenjue thinks, but it's all printed in this newspaper!" ”

"Oh?" Zhao Lao Er checked the leaflets, and sure enough, in an inconspicuous corner, he saw the details of the construction of Guanlou Village.

"Are you sure that kid is telling the truth?" Zhao Lao Er snorted.

"Your Majesty, this kind of thing, since Lord Wen dares to spread it all over the world, there is really no need to destroy his reputation, right?" Wang Jien said boldly.

“.........”

was speechless by a minion, Zhao Lao Er felt very faceless, and couldn't help glaring at Wang Jien fiercely.

Wang Jien hurriedly bowed down to apologize.

Of course, Zhao Lao Er would not really want to punish Wang Jien because he told a few words of truth. If Wang Jien was really a person who would only flatter the slave who patted the horse, he would not have sat in his current position. It was originally the responsibility of the courtiers to help the emperor's gains and losses, although Wang Jien was a eunuch, but he still wanted to cultivate it well, and he might have to be released in the future.

I looked at the flyer in my hand, oh, by the way, it's no longer called a flyer, Wen Qihang gave the current flyer a new name called newspaper, which is sent out every ten days.

This kind of newspaper is somewhat similar to the imperial court's Di Bao, but unlike the Di Bao, it never publishes political affairs, only some folk anecdotes, strange stories, and of course, the most are the product advertisements published by merchants.

Of course, these contents cannot attract people to buy, and what attracts people to continue to buy is because of a long serialization called "The Legend of the White Snake" published in the newspaper.

Even Zhao Lao Er was attracted by this wonderful story, and he can be said to be a loyal fan of this book.

Although this periodical called "Chaowen Bao" is only ten yuan a copy, it seems not expensive, but it is the living expenses of an ordinary person for a day, which is still the prosperity of Gyeonggi. If you are far away from Gyeonggi, this kind of newspaper will probably not be able to run it.

Even in the bustling city of Gyeonggi, newspapers can only be published every ten days, and the number of copies printed is only 1,000.

After reading the introduction of the construction cost of Guanlou Village disclosed by Wen Qihang, Zhao Lao Er fell into deep thought.

The imperial court also has a large number of projects to be built every year, and not many people know about it except for the officials who preside over it.

As a result, a great deal of waste has been caused, and it is not uncommon for many officials to make profits for themselves while being conscripted for labor.

How to put an end to this phenomenon can be said to be the most headache for all emperors, people die for money, birds die for food, but it is an unbreakable truth.

"I haven't seen him for a few days, have you?" Zhao Lao Er pondered for a while, and suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Wang Jien said.

"Well, didn't he take a concubine a few days ago, and I haven't congratulated him yet. In this way, when he enters the palace, I always have to express it. Zhao Lao Er casually made an excuse.

"Yes........"

Wang Jien was speechless, and the reason for announcing the departure for the audience was too far-fetched.

If the ministers of the court and the central government take concubines, if they want the emperor to come forward to congratulate them in person, then there is no need to do anything else. Some ministers' concubines even have hundreds of people, and they take concubines almost every day, so don't they have to congratulate all year round. Don't say it's a concubine, even if you marry a wife, few people can get the emperor's congratulations.

What's more, it was already a month ago when I heard that I had set sail and took a concubine, and it was too late to make up for it now!

(End of chapter)