Jingzhao Mansion, in the city of Chang'an. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The rain is still falling, and there seems to be no sign of stopping it.

The rain fell on the plantain leaves, and the sound was loud, and so on all night.

In the Renming Palace, Lu Chengqi looked at the lovely person sleeping beside him, because of the rain, he had not left the palace for several days. In the past few days, Zhou Zhiruo has sent orders to manage the Huangzhuang. I have to say that Zhou Zhiruo is too talented for business. The Lu family's declining business road was picked up by her again.

Of course, there is also the credit of Lu Chengqi's point. After all, from later generations, well-informed, just a few ideas, and a little modification, you can make money. Whenever Zhou Zhiruo looked at Lu Chengqi with adoring eyes, Lu Chengqi was very weak-hearted, afraid that she would see something. According to Zhou Zhiruo's joke, Lu Chengqi is not an emperor, just a businessman, and he can be rich and rival the country.

Don't say it, Lu Chengqi really speculated about this possibility. But unfortunately, Lu Chengqi felt that he had no chance of success. If he hadn't been reborn as an emperor and become a beggar, although the Dashun scientific examination was conducted, there was no restriction that beggars could not take the examination. But Lu Chengqi, who doesn't know ancient texts, doesn't read the Four Books and Five Classics, and doesn't read historical books, how can he stand out in the imperial examination?

The imperial examination is a desperate thought, so let's go into business. Doing business seems simple, but when you actually take action, you find that there are many difficulties. The biggest problem is that there is no capital. With the capital, do you know what is good to sell and what is not good to sell at this time? If you buy the wrong goods, you will lose money. Moreover, if it weren't for Lu Chengqi's decree to cancel the official salt, salt, wine, tea, and iron would all be sold by the government. There is not enough food to eat, and you still want to make wine, why don't you go to heaven? Look at it, if you don't get the koji and make it privately, you won't be arrested and locked up for ten or eight years in the name of disrupting the market.

Besides, the ancients have long thought of simple ways to make money that you can think of. It is distilled liquor, and the Song Dynasty in the history of the real brand is also available. The distilled liquor of the Song Dynasty was called shochu, also called liquor. The earliest was the beginning of the Liangzhejiang Road, the degree is high, the strength of the wine is also large, about twenty or thirty degrees, ordinary people can't drink. The name of soju, even in later generations, has been preserved in many places, such as Guangdong. Dashun corresponds to the Northern Song Dynasty in the official history, and it is estimated that soju or something has been invented a long time ago, and there is nothing to do with you anymore.

The ancients drank alcohol, and most people did not like spirits with high alcohol content and strong strength. Like the people of later generations to eat, what drinks need to be drunk during the banquet, the ancients drank mostly rice wine, fruit wine, etc., the degree is very low, not easy to intoxicate, and the taste is sweet. If you make a wine of fifty or sixty degrees, even if you sell it, see if you have a market?

At this point, okay, it's not good to do business, so it's okay to be a farmer, right? Don't think too much about it, although there are quite a lot of yeoman farmers in Dashun at this time, accounting for about three-fifths of all farmers. But the price of an acre of fertile land is more than ten yuan, and if it is in the suburbs of Chang'an City, it is as high as more than 100 yuan, even in remote places, it will cost several yuan. What is the concept of money? Consistent money can be exchanged for more than 800 copper coins, a copper coin is about the purchasing power of two or three yuan in the future in 2015 AD, counting you five yuan per acre of land, 4,000 copper coins, which is equivalent to 8,000 yuan in later generations. You're a newborn kid who still wants to afford a field?

Besides, one acre of land can only support two or three people. If Lu Chengqi is not the emperor, according to the previous agricultural tax of Dashun, the fixed tax of ten percent of the harvest and three percent of the harvest, and more than 200 catties of grain per mu, you have to hand over more than 60 catties. One pound of Dashun is sixteen taels, that is to say, there are less than one hundred and fifty catties of grain left, and you can use about six or seven taels a day.

The calculation is very good, but where does the money come from to buy the land, the money to eat before you grow food? Even if all these difficulties are solved, are you sure that you will be able to farm? Can there be a grain harvest of more than 200 catties a year? Even if you are a farmer before you are reborn, you can't guarantee that without chemical fertilizer, without the help of high technology, or even with the help of farming cattle, you can master ancient farming tools in a very short time and have a harvest!

Well, in this case, the peasants will not be able to do it. You know, the status of the ancient peasants was very high! If you can't be a farmer, you can be a craftsman. But are you sure, do you really know ancient technology? You know, at this time, it is an apprenticeship, that is, a teacher for one day and a father for life. The master teaches you the craft, and his job is equal to half of you. Serve him as your father until he is a hundred years old. Coming from the next generation, you who don't respect your teacher, are sure that you can swallow your anger so much, in order to survive, no matter how bad the master's attitude is towards you, even punching and kicking, you have no complaints? I forgot to tell you that if you betray your school, your reputation will be ruined. Even if you leave the country, if you happen to be discovered, you won't survive.

This is down, and Shinong, industry and commerce, can't do it all. Rebirth is also a technical job, rebirth as a beggar, that's the nightmare mode; Regenerating peasants, artisans, that's hard mode; Reborn as a landlord and rich gentry, that's the simple mode; Reborn as the children of princes and nobles, that is the open hanging mode; If you hit a big lottery like Lu Chengqi and are reborn as an emperor, it will be a god model.

Lu Chengqi thought about this, and couldn't help but be a little afraid. In the later generations, he received the so-called higher education, and in the ancient times, which were regarded as ignorant by later generations, if it were not for his identity, he would not have been able to live!

This is not a fantasy, nor is it appalling, but the reality of Chiluoluo. Lu Chengqi, who was tossing and turning, was bored to the extreme, and for some reason, his thoughts came here. smiled bitterly, and said in his heart: "Could it be that there is a providence in the dark, and God has arranged it so that I want to complete the historical opportunity that the Han people missed in this parallel time and space?" ”

This thought has come to Lu Chengqi many times. Before he was reborn, he was just a small clerk, working for three meals a day. After being reborn, he was a high emperor, and he didn't dare to disobey an order. Lu Chengqi began to be a little obsessed with this kind of power, but he was more in awe. With great power comes great responsibility; The higher the status, the less selfish you are. Since ancient times, selfish emperors have ended up quite miserable. Chongzhen is so dedicated, it is inevitable that he will hang the coal mountain, what reason does Lu Chengqi have not to work hard?

Thinking of this, Lu Chengqi looked at Zhou Zhiruo beside him, with infinite love and pity in his heart, and strengthened his belief: "For myself, for Zhiruo, for the people of Dashun, and for the future of the Han people, I have no reason to retreat." Master Confucius said that he should have three provinces every day. In the future, we must always be self-critical, and we must not bring Dashun and the Han people into the abyss. Hitler's example is still fresh in my mind......"

Thinking of this, Lu Chengqi forced himself to sleep, because tomorrow, he would continue to get up early to exercise, and after breakfast, he would go to the Vertical Arch Hall to deal with political affairs.

Outside the hall, raindrops, knocking on the green tiles. The ticking sound has the rhythm of heaven and earth in the chaos. Lu Chengqi listened and slowly fell asleep...... (To be continued.) )