Wang You knew and knew about his son of a loser taking everything from his family to pawn in a pawnshop, but now what is going on.

Stuff, all back?

"Shhhhh You read that right? There are so many things, relying on this bastard boy to be able to redeem them all, I'm afraid it will be difficult in the next life! ”

"Uncle.. How could I be mistaken, those things, I looked at a few things, and they were indeed the things that went out of our Qingyuan Bofu at the beginning..."

"There are still a lot of treasures in this that you lost at the beginning, uncle..."

......

Recovered!

What is lost and regained, Wang You at this moment has a very cordial understanding of this word, the kind that is close to the face....

"This is my best Song Dynasty pen wash... I said where the hell did I get it in the first place, and I even delayed the calligraphy after I lost it..."

In the heart of the old housekeeper: Uncle.. Are you really serious about wielding knives and guns, leading armies in battle, and fiddling with calligraphy?

"And this... Let me tell you, this is the famous painting that the emperor rewarded me with when I was martyred... I heard that it is the work of the Song Dynasty. In short, it is extraordinary. ”

Old Butler: .....

All kinds of things were gradually moved into the house by the housekeepers and the coachmen who delivered the things, and Wang You's smile was almost able to see the back molars.

"Yes, yes.. Slow down, slow down... Don't drop this baby! ”

"What? What about the tables and chairs now? All of them were sent to the stove and split the fire..."

"Hang this to this, slow down.. This calligraphy and painting is a delicate thing, but don't break it. ”

Today's Qingyuan Bofu.

It's very lively.

Wang Siqi was sitting on the carriage home at the moment, his expression was a little worried, and after thinking for a long time, he still said to Wu De, who was catching the car: "Don't go home first, go to Baoyuan Bureau first..."

"Okay.."

Sitting?

This is not Wang Siqi's character, nor is it something that Wang Siqi can do, in his previous life, he had no power and powerless, so he naturally lived in fear.

Can now be yourself.

He is the son of Yuanbo of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

After his cheap father drove to the west, he was a new round of hereditary uncle, and his status was full.

"Just a ministry, a small Langzhong... Hum.. If you want my Baoyuan Bureau, if you want the silver of my Baoyuan Bureau, just see if you have such good teeth. ”

In the Baoyuan Bureau, the expressions of the two dogs and the craftsmen were not very good.

It's time to do things today.

I don't know who sent the news, saying that from now on, most of the silver earned by the Baoyuan Bureau will have to be given to the Ministry of Industry, and only a small part of what I can keep will be....

"We're all old men... I'll get straight to the point, think about it, what kind of life did our Baoyuan Bureau live before Lord Wang came. ”

"Compared with before, can we not think about Lord Wang's good?"

"Where were the old men of the Ministry of Industry when we couldn't afford to eat or wear clothes, and where were they when Lord Wang came to Baoyuan Bureau to be poor and white, and took us to make money from scratch to live a good life!"

"Now, the Baoyuan Aging of our Baoyuan Bureau is on fire, it's time to make good money, and now tell us that you will hand over all the money you earn!"

"Don't talk about this, Lord Wang! I won't say yes to the first one! ”

"No! Don't say yes! ”

"That's right! Why, we've only had a few good days..."

It is not unreasonable for the craftsmen to be indignant, since Wang Siqi arrived at the Baoyuan Bureau, every craftsman has lived the good life he dreamed of.

Every morning.

When I arrived at the winery or mint, a woman had already prepared the freshly released white-flour steamed buns and sturdy porridge.

White rice and white noodles, with the famous time-honored pickles in the capital, and not only that, everyone also has a boiled egg, what a day is this! I'm afraid the landlord in the countryside won't dare to eat like this!

By noon, everyone had an hour to rest.

In the words of Lord Wang: "Only with sufficient rest can we have greater motivation..."

Braised pork, white rice.

Don't eat with meat, and eat until the belly is round.

In the afternoon, when the hour came, the hand-rolled dough made by the virtuous women made early made the craftsmen applaud and praise.

"We don't want to!"

"That's it! Why should the silver earned by the Baoyuan Bureau be handed over to the Ministry of Industry, and what did they do when we couldn't eat enough to live a hard life! ”

Such a scene, as the number of craftsmen who gradually gathered in the Baoyuan Bureau after the work of each brewery and workshop gradually increased, the voice of the people gradually became loud.

.....

Baoyuan is outside.

Zhu Gaochi looked at the large number of craftsmen in a daze, just blocked the door of the Baoyuan Bureau, turned his head to look at the guards on the side and said, "Do you understand?" ”

The guard was puzzled, but still replied, "His Royal Highness the Prince... Some don't understand. ”

"You can't read it, and I can't understand it either..."

"But I'm not like you, I watch... But some of them slowly began to understand. ”

Wang Siqi has said to Zhu Gaochi countless times before that he can't always turn a blind eye to the treatment of craftsmen, and the imperial court must take the initiative to make the lives of these craftsmen better.

Technology is the primary productive force.

These words, if they had been put in the previous days... Zhu Gaochi's feelings are actually not profound, after all, he doesn't know much about craftsmen.

But at this time, Zhu Gaochi felt as if he understood something.

"For the official. . . Only by letting the people under his hands live a good life, a better life than before, can people be convinced. ”

"This has nothing to do with the age, status, rank, or background of the official... The craftsmen of the Baoyuan Bureau have already recognized Wang Siqi from the bottom of their hearts. ”

Zhu Gaochi squinted his eyes, and his already somewhat invisible eyes became more difficult to see, and the expression on his face already had a bit of understanding.

The guard on the side said, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, it's just that I don't quite understand... Why did the Ministry of Industry attack the Baoyuan Bureau? ”

"Silver."

"Silver?"

"But how much silver does the Ministry of Industry use every year, isn't it natural for the Ministry of Households to be in charge? Why do you have to find a way on the Baoyuan Bureau. ”

Sighing, Zhu Gaochi said: "In these years, I haven't disliked too much silver. ”

For this sentence.

Zhu Gaochi, the prince of the prison country, has the most right to speak, his father led his troops to the grassland at every turn and fought back and forth with the gang of people in the remnant Yuan Mongolia, behind which there were all grain, grass and silver money, and Zhu Gaochi was eager to break a penny into two pennies every time.