A haze hung over the heads of the world's corporal doctors and gentlemen.

After all, the whip method has become the last thing they want to see.

Xu Jie is still the leader of the Clear Stream.

When it comes to Yan Song, Qingliu gritted his teeth day by day.

But the money in his pocket, when it flows away, flows away.

It's just that to Xu Jie's surprise, Xu Fan, who was originally staying in his hometown, returned to Beijing ahead of schedule.

As soon as Xu Jie, who received the news and returned home from the duty house, he noticed that the atmosphere at home was not quite right.

The servants are all standing on the left and right of the antechamber.

The ground was littered with broken porcelain shards.

Seeing this scene, Xu Jie's heart "groaned", and the housekeeper of the Xu family stepped forward.

"Old man......"

"Don't speak, the old man won't listen."

Xu Jieran walked into the house.

As soon as he walked into the house, he saw Xu Fan, who was kneeling in the front hall waiting for him.

The moment he saw Xu Jie, one of Xu Fan's heads hit the ground.

"Daddy! The son is not filial! ”

Xu Jieran sat down on the side of the front hall, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip of tea.

"Don't talk to me, I don't want to hear it yet."

The tea cup made a "ping-pong" sound in Xu Jie's hand.

Xu Jie's old face had also turned pale.

"Dad, over there in the weaving yard, there is a batch of cloth, and my son has made an initiative and ...... it."

"Smack!" A crisp sound came, and the tea cup in Xu Jie's hand shattered on the ground.

"I said it, I don't want to hear it!"

Xu Fan's tears fell "pop" and "snap".

"1,100,000 pieces of cotton cloth and 160,000 taels of silver, but now I can't even buy 80,000 stone rice!"

"Dad, how can the silver of white flowers change overnight like this?!"

Xu Fan's voice did not fall.

The housekeeper of the Xu family took Wang Shizhen to the front hall of the Xu family.

"Master, Wang Hanlin is here."

Xu Jie's eyes closed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "What is he doing?" ”

"Teacher, the student is wrong."

"Yuanmei is here, why is it here?"

Wang Shizhen arched his hand and said: "Dare to ask the teacher, how much cotton and silk is there in the Xu family weaving field?" ”

Xu Jie was stunned when he heard this.

"Yuanmei's trip is for Yi Bu?"

Wang Shizhen bowed his head and said: "The imperial court is very persecuted, the imperial court can make taxes for copper, and can make taxes for silver, but students don't believe that the court can also make taxes for cloth!" Tax for porcelain! ”

Any major shift in monetary policy will have a direct impact on changes in the way wealth is stored.

"Please also ask the teacher to make a price, whether it is money or silver, my Wang family wants as much as you want."

Xu Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, and Xu Jie, who was sitting in the hall, were stunned almost at the same time.

After a long time, Xu Jie opened his mouth and spit out a word lightly.

"Okay."

Obviously, Wang Shizhen is not the only one who can think of this problem.

It doesn't matter whether the imperial court is taxed for copper or silver this time.

What these nobles need now is to quickly take their possessions and hide in a place where there are no such shackles.

Wang Shizhen left for a long time.

There was a dead silence in the hall of the Xu family.

Both of their brains were racing.

Now that they have money and money in hand, they have regarded these things as hot potatoes, and they are eager to turn them into other goods to avoid the supervision of the imperial court.

When the money flows out of these old friends, there will always be people who will earn it.

And the people who make this money also need to get rid of these hot potatoes quickly.

It is not difficult to foresee that porcelain, cotton cloth and even linen and silk will become the hottest fragrant dumplings in the coming period.

Xu Jie, Xu Fan, father and son glanced at each other.

Obviously, the two also approved of Wang Shizhen's method.

After a long time, Xu Jie slowly stood up and said in a low voice: "Recruit workers, expand production." ”

Finally, Xu Jie glanced at Xu Fan, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Leave that little bit of money alone."

Xu Fan slammed his head on the ground.

"My son understands!"

An ignorant consciousness gradually took root in Xu Jie's mind.

These weaving yards, which can constantly weave cloth, are far more valuable than I once thought, at least for a while to come.

The Xu family is like this.

But Wang Shizhen will not just go to Xu's house.

There is more than one Wang Shizhen in the capital.

That night, Yan Shifan, who had been locked up by Yan Song for a long time, was also released from the small black room, and then Yan Song kicked back to his hometown in Jiangxi.

And all this, when the Son of Heaven announced to the four seas, was also transmitted to Kyushu Wanfang with that 800-mile urgent report.

One means that great wealth, unprecedented demand for heaven was born.

Thousands of miles away from the Ming Dynasty, the land known as Europa is also experiencing the devastation of the great geographical discovery and the price revolution of the industrial revolution due to the influx of cheap American silver.

And this seed, which finally gave birth to the Industrial Revolution, was finally planted in the East.

At this moment, the world is hot and cold! ——

Under the bright sun, in the city of Nanjing.

Just when the carriage of Zhu Zaili and the three of them slowly drove towards Jinling City.

A small sedan chair quietly stopped outside He Qian's door.

Since Xishan returned to Nanjing, He Qian has been sick, anyway, that's what the He family said to the outside world.

When the sedan chair stopped, a Confucian wearing a Confucian crown, looking polite and harmless to people and animals, walked from the sedan chair towards He's house.

Without waiting for the Confucian to speak, the two porters of the He family got up and said, "This gentleman, my lord is sick, you can come another day." ”

The Confucian was not in a hurry, and said after a while: "This little brother, I know all the etiquette." ”

"My lord is really sick."

"Please let me know, just say that my old friend Liang Fushan came to visit, if Mr. Jiyang is gone, Liang will leave."

The two porters glanced at each other, and one of them walked towards the house.

After the porter left, the Confucian looked at the remaining porter in front of him and asked, "Dare to ask the little brother, does Liang seem to be a person who doesn't understand etiquette?" ”

"Not really."

"Then why use sticks?"

"Because the last one who came to make trouble didn't seem to know how to be polite."

The Confucian was speechless for a while.

After a short time, the porter ran out of the house.

"Mr. Fushan, my lord is invited."

"Thank you."

Confucian took a look at the hem of his clothes, stepped across the threshold of the He family in four directions, and followed the gatekeeper to the hall of the He family, only then did he see He Qian, who had gray hair.

The Confucian scholars who saw He Qian were obviously surprised.

"Why is this so, sir?"

When He Qian saw Confucius, he stepped forward and grabbed Confucius's hand, and whispered with a slight tremble: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say!" ”

Although there were only four words, the Confucian could still feel the pathos in He Qian's heart.

He Qian pulled the Confucian path and walked towards the backyard.

In the courtyard of the roof, He Qian had already ordered someone to prepare refreshments, He Qian covered his head, sat on the chaise longue, and the maidservant standing next to the chaise longue also picked up a towel from the copper basin and put it on He Qian's head.

"It's all that shaft, don't mention it, don't mention it!"

He Qian waved his hand again and again, and then continued to ask: "Fushan came all the way from Jiangxi, what happened?" ”

Seeing He Qian say this, Confucian had no choice but to talk about the purpose of his trip.

"I heard that the new law in Xishan is in full swing, and I came to ask Mr. Yu for advice."

He Qian, who was lying on the recliner, didn't even open his eyes, and Confucius even thought He Qian was asleep.

Just when the Confucian student was puzzled, He Qian spoke: "The world is scared. ”

As soon as the words fell, the Confucian student's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"The wind is strong in the grass, and the board is seeing the loyal ministers, and this is also the arm help that my teacher said."

He Qian was noncommittal, compared with the Confucian student in front of him, He Qian felt that the Ganquan School was a little subtle.

"Lingshi, are you alright?"

This is also the fundamental reason why He Qian ordered people to let Confucian students into the house, he was really curious about the whereabouts of this Confucian master.

Hearing this, Confucian Sheng smiled and said: "Mr. Dazhou is on the rise, and the family teacher naturally lives in a simple place, and is studying in a private residence. ”

Mr. Dazhou, naturally, refers to Zhao Zhenji.

This is an old story of officialdom.

It was the summer of the twenty-fifth year of Jiajing, and Zhao Zhenji, who was only thirty-eight years old, was the master of ceremonies, and was ordered to repair the "Ming Huidian" Jin, Guozi Siye, and Youchunfang Siyun, which can be described as a spring breeze.

Zhao Zhenji was so proud of the spring breeze, but he unexpectedly learned a trivial matter.

The old senior, who was four years older than himself and had just been released from prison for lecturing, fell in love with his daughter in the boudoir.

No one knows what Zhao Zhenji's heart experienced that day, and the officialdom only knows that Zhao Zhenji's old senior has never stopped lecturing, and every place he goes, he tries his best not to spend the night in any city, and he lectures all the way from Jiangxi to Yunnan.

Hearing that the Confucian did not reveal the whereabouts of his teacher, He Qian also immediately became interested.

I had to say casually: "That's fine." ”

"Fushan's trip to Nanjing, just for this matter?"

The Confucian student sensed He Qian's intentions, but he was not annoyed, but said casually: "There is a reason to invite me to come to Jinling to give a lecture. ”

"I just wanted to be in the deep mountains, follow the example of Mr. Wuliu, and be a master of the Xi Emperor, but I heard that the prince was determined to make a new law, and the world may have great changes, so I came to Ning."

He Qian said casually: "Okay, when Fushan will speak, the old man will come." ”

"Thank you Mr. Jiyang for appreciating it, but it will take some time in the academy, and I will take the disciples to renovate it again."

"Do you need manpower?"

"That's not necessary, we can do it ourselves, but I don't know if Mr. Geeyang can recognize the carpenter, please ask Mr. to introduce one or two."

"I'll send a servant to lead me later, where is the address?"

Confucian took out a prayer post.

He Qian took off the towel on his forehead and took it, and subconsciously muttered, "Fushan Academy? Why hadn't you heard that name before? ”

Only then did Confucius smile and say, "It used to be called Shixinquan Academy. ”

"Oh, Xinquan Academy, I know ......."

"The juniors are retiring."

He Qian's words stopped abruptly, and the old face darkened.

When He Qian came back to his senses, the Confucian student had already disappeared into the backyard of the He family.

After so many years, this one still refuses to even eat this little bit of tongue loss!

"Don't put this person in the future! This person's name is Liang Ruyuan, Liang Ruyuan! Do you remember clearly? ”

The maid beside He Qian bowed slightly.

"The maid has written it down, and I'll inform the porter later."

The name Liang Ruyuan is not very famous in history.

Because Liang Ruyuan generally likes to use trumpets when doing big things.

And the ID of the trumpet most commonly used by Liang Ruyuan is called He Xinyin.

The next chapter will be later today, mainly because I originally thought that He Xinyin was already explosive enough, but I didn't expect He Xinyin's master to be even more explosive

(End of chapter)