Zhu Chengjun paced the little soft leg that had just recovered from a serious illness, and looked at his 'home' in small steps.

Although the ancestors of the Zhu family do not necessarily have any glorious deeds or great achievements, after all, they were once considered a little rich, however, the ancestral property has been squandered by several generations of ruined sons and passed to Zhu Hanmo's generation, there is only one Sijin courtyard and several acres of fertile land, if a good person has a safe life, it should not be a problem for future generations to keep food and clothing.

However, thunder beats the true filial son, the rich and ruthless, the Buddha is rich, and not all the honest people suffer in any year.

Looking at the mansion that had not been repaired for a long time, Zhu Chengjun knew that the life of this family would not be too easy.

The main source of income of the Zhu family is not only a few hectares of fertile land in the blessing of their ancestors, but also the meager salary of Zhu Hanmo as a private school teacher, and they can no longer find a place to buckle copper plates.

Zhu Hanmo is a complete nerd again, he is not good at running a house at all, and the situation of the Zhu family is getting worse day by day.

It is said that the once rich and noble people can sweep the cracks of the floor enough to eat for another three years, and now even if the floor is lifted, all that can be seen in this family is soil. Zhu Chengjun noticed that this family was gloomy, and if he encountered another wind and rain, defeat would be a matter of a snap of his fingers.

How dark is the world in troubled times, almost every family will inevitably encounter a little wind and rain, and their own family will be spared?

Seeing all this, Zhu Chengjun couldn't help but sigh: The future is getting more and more difficult, and you should work hard!

However, if you want to achieve a career and lead a family to turn over, it is not as simple as talking about what you think in your head. If a family does not have enough foundation and considerable foundation, and then has personal qualifications that belong to mediocrity, if you don't have a few good luck, if you want to change and turn over, you can only pray for God's mercy.

The past life was bitter, and this life was bitter, Zhu Chengjun felt as if he had been cursed, and he couldn't jump out of the endless sea of suffering.

Zhu Chengjun came to the atrium slowly with full thoughts, and he didn't even see the shadow of a servant on the way.

"Young master, the master has instructed you not to move around at will." The bookkeeper and butler trotted after him.

The bookkeeper and housekeeper is called Ah Fu, and it seems that all the servants of the small landlord's family like to take auspicious names such as Fu Lu Shou.

Although Ah Fu has the name of a housekeeper, he is a slave, and he has been a slave of the Zhu family since his ancestors.

In feudal society, once a person is branded as a slave, his fate is completely bound to the master's family, and he shares the honor and disgrace with the master's family. Knowing Ah Fu's life experience, Zhu Chengjun actually has the empathy of sympathy.

The life of this family is getting worse day by day, and it is no longer able to maintain the pomp and circumstance of the slaves, and now there are no other faces to be seen except for a few long-term workers who do odd jobs and a bookkeeper and a housekeeper.

"Is Fauber free?" Zhu Chengjun greeted with a smile.

"Ah...... What does the young master command? Fu Bo was stunned, and once thought that he had heard it wrong, and said secretly: After the young master recovered from his injury, his temperament also improved?

"Strapped at home?" Zhu Chengjun asked casually, and he also wanted to know how much money his family has.

Hearing this, Ah Fu's face immediately sank, and his heart said: His face looks kind, but his nature has not changed.

"Inconvenient to say?" Zhu Chengjun couldn't understand why Fu Bo's expression changed so much, and said in his heart: Could it be that he misunderstood that his buddy wanted to pay money to do some things that were not suitable for children? At this time, a vivid picture suddenly appeared in his mind, so frightened that Zhu Chengjun hurriedly shook it off and scolded secretly: Embryo! The original guy is really not a good thing, his body has not fully grown and he is already a frequent visitor to the flowers, and his current body is so weak is definitely due to the fact that he squandered the essence of life too often in the past.

"The old slave doesn't hide it from the young master, since you hit this file, it is difficult for the family's silver deposit to support the summer harvest." Ah Fu is in charge of the Zhu family's money bag, and the family's financial situation is very clear.

"I see, if you are fine, go out with me to breathe." It is the first time to go out in this world, and what kind of world it was in the late Southern Song Dynasty should have a preliminary personal understanding.

"This ...... The lord won't let you move around at will. Ah Fu lowered his head with an embarrassed face, and said in his heart: On weekdays, the young master will talk about the silver before he reaches three sentences, but today he doesn't mention a word about money, is the young master seriously starting to care about family affairs?

In this regard, Ah Fu was very pleased, and said in his heart: Sure enough, as long as a person becomes a family, the prodigal son will turn back.

"Is it okay to have you with you?" Zhu Chengjun asked with a smile.

"This ...... The young master waited, and the old slave went to withdraw some silver taels. Ah Fu was just about to turn around when Zhu Chengjun stopped him.

"I don't go to the market, just walk around the neighborhood, and I just want to ask your old man for advice if I have some questions." Zhu Chengjun's tone is gentle, and his smile gives people the feeling of a spring breeze.

"Ah...... Can't...... The young master has tormented the old slave......" Fu Bo felt flattered and waved his hand again and again.

At this moment, Ah Fu was finally convinced that his young master had really changed his temper.

"Deputy uncle, please lead the way." Zhu Chengjun smiled.

"The young master can call the old slave Ah Fu, the young master is so polite, how can the old slave afford it." Fauber followed behind him with his head bowed, following in unison.

Zhu Chengjun did not make any concessions on the issue of titles, and his affectionate salutation made this old slave who had been a cow and a horse for the Zhu family for half his life grateful.

As long as people are treated with sincerity and selflessness, most people will be grateful.

An old man and a young man walked in the empty snow, the two talked and laughed, and the picture looked very harmonious.

Through some conversations, Zhu Chengjun also had a further understanding of the family's financial situation.

"In this way, there are many families in this town who have received favors from the Zhu family, and several families still owe our family no less than 1,000 taels of silver. It's been three years, and whether they are maliciously in arrears or do they have real difficulties and can't pay for a while. "It's a chaotic world, everybody is at risk of going bankrupt and falling into the streets at any time, and the longer you default, the greater the risk of creditors.

"It's sir...... Do not let the old slave collect debts. Ah Fu shook his head and sighed.

Zhu Chengjun's words to the sages are simply to the point of worship, and he actually imitates the noble and kind deeds of the ancient benevolent people who do not want to repay the kindness.

"Later, I will ask Fu Bo to sort out the family members of those debtor families for me, be sure to be detailed, I will be of great use." Zhu Chengjun solemnly commanded.

Since the birth of money, it is a matter of course to repay debts, Zhu Chengjun faintly felt that there was something hidden in this, and decided to investigate clearly. Even if it is different from his own speculation, Zhu Chengjun believes that in this era, if the simple arrears can be transformed into grace to people, then personal prestige will rise, and it is easy to gather a large number of people.

Prestige is an abstract thing, but it can bring tangible benefits to individuals.

When a person's reputation is at its peak, he can gain countless followers just by climbing high and raising his arms.

If it can establish enough prestige in the hearts of the people, it will not be too useful for the heroes who have the heart to make contributions.

In troubled times, the value of physical objects is much higher than the value of money and silver.

Once the currency issued by any dynasty reaches the end of the world, without the credibility of the great unified dynasty to endorse it, the currency in the hands will only become less and less valuable. In addition to gold, silver was a permanently useful hard currency, and there were really not many assets that could maintain and increase its value before the dying Southern Song Dynasty.

There is nothing more secure in troubled times than holding a weapon in your hand, but it still takes people to do what it should be. Having an absolutely reliable armed force in hand is the foundation of survival in troubled times.

After all, all this is inseparable from people, and it is no secret that people are both precious and cheap assets at all times.

In troubled times, strong men are born, and plundering by force is always the most direct and rapid means to obtain the means of survival.

Born in the world, there are people under him who can be used, and there are people above him who can be mixed in any era.

Zhu Chengjun believes that now is the time to gather a group of people, and the national wealth of the Southern Song Dynasty that is about to die will not be wasted, as long as there is a decent army in hand, you can quickly accumulate enough wealth, so that a family can rise rapidly in a short period of time.

After the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, it went through a relatively short period of pain, and the next ten years were the most prosperous golden age of the emerging dynasty. Zhu Chengjun never thought of being a staunch national defender for the Southern Song Dynasty, let alone accompanying the burial of the Southern Song Dynasty like Wen Songrui.

Of course, there must be national integrity, but there are different forms and ways of expression.

It is certainly respectable to be generous and righteous for the rise and fall of the nation, but how can it not be a hero to endure humiliation and lie dormant thinking that it will plan for the future.

What's more, Zhu Chengjun didn't have a good impression of the Southern Song Dynasty, which was soft on his hands and had a strong pen.

No one hates war and longs for peace more than we do in a Chinese nation that has spent two-thirds of its entire history in war, but it is never what we want to do in exchange for a short and humiliating peace by bending our knees and breaking our backs.

The Great Song Dynasty established the country with military force, but a glass of wine abolished the military equipment, and the state system of emphasizing literature and suppressing military force is tantamount to supporting a dynasty on one leg. The military generals have the ambition to serve the country but end up succumbing to death, and the literati flattering and surviving are most high-ranking officials.

At the end of the Song Dynasty for three hundred years, this period was simply the sorrow of the military generals and the luck of the literati.

The Song court was afraid that the military generals would abuse him too thinly, and the literati would not be thick enough.

The fame of the examination made a number of scholars in the Song Dynasty fanatical, and the reason for this was that the treatment was too good and out of the sky.

The Song and Song dynasties were both a paradise for scholars, and the imperial court not only respected and graced scholars, but also changed their ways to send money and things to officials. Taxes? For officials, that doesn't exist. The officials of the Song Dynasty only knew how to tax the merchants and the peasants.

It's no wonder that the fundamental reason why his father Zhu Hanmo desperately wants to gain fame is that he doesn't have to pay taxes.

This national policy of the Song court laid the foundation for the later demise of the Song court, and the officials who did not have to pay taxes began to annex land on a large scale, and most of the countless large and small landlord classes were willing to attach their land to the names of the officials. As time passed, the contradictions between the various classes became more and more prominent. Many peasants gradually lost their land, and began to become tenant farmers, long-term laborers, and even sold themselves into slavery, living in such a humiliating and humiliating situation.

Such a dynasty will die when it dies, and there is no need to feel sorry for it.

In Zhu Chengjun's view, we don't have a share in the happiness, and sending death is the first place, and such a court is not worthy of serving for it at all.

On the eve of the advent of the emerging dynasty, taking advantage of the chaos of the situation and the collapse of fairness and justice, he unscrupulously threw money into his family, and holding capital is the last word. While walking and thinking, Zhu Chengjun couldn't help but evoke an evil smile, and such a sentence appeared in his heart: the primitive accumulation of capital...... Hey......

During the conversation, the two of them didn't realize how far they had gone.

"Young master, further on, it's the entrance of the village, and it's not too early, you see ......," Ah Fu asked.

"Yes...... Those people ......" Zhu Chengjun just wanted to turn around, and accidentally saw many people walking towards this side.

"Hey...... It's been a chaotic year...... These are refugees who have fled. "Ah Fu is deeply sympathetic to their suffering.

Displaced people are always a hidden danger to undermine stability, and those who are desperate cannot be provoked.

"Young Master, let's go quickly, don't be seen by them." Ah Fu was about to get started and pull Zhu Chengjun away.

Zhu Chengjun ignored Ah Fu's dissuasion, the village is so big, this group of displaced people can't imagine the consequences if they are in a hurry.

Rather than let them come to their door, it is better to reach out and help them when they are desperate.

At present, the most important thing is to appease the displaced people, and the most important thing is to stabilize order.

It is also simple to appease the homeless, and if you stutter, you can't mess up for the time being.

Zhu Chengjun knew that there was an element of gambling in his move, but as long as he won the bet, he would be able to gather a group of available people under his hands immediately, and the grand plan in his heart would be a good start.