Daming: I asked you to supervise the country, Daming is all crazy?

Chapter 62 Zhu Zhanji: Our family is not short of money! ! !

Its daybreak!
Hu Shanxiang waited for Zhu Zhanji to get up, wash and get dressed.

Looking at Hu Shanxiang who was close at hand, Zhu Zhanji had a smile on his face: "I am very satisfied with your performance last night, and I will give you another reward in a few days!"

Hu Shanxiang lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, his neck exposed under his clothes turned white and red.

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In the yard, Zhu Gaochi got up early and was practicing sword!

Zhu Zhanji stopped and said hello:

"Dad, did you get up so early today?"

"Hey, son is up?"

Zhu Gaochi stopped, wiped his sweat, looked at Zhu Zhanji, smiled awkwardly and politely:

"I'm used to this, I can't change it for a while!"

Zhu Zhanji gave him a meaningful look, then looked left and right and didn't see his wife, so he walked over, and quietly took out a bank note from his arms and handed it over:

"Save some flowers, don't let my mother see it, if my mother sees it, don't say I gave it to you, I won't admit it!"

"Hey, hey!"

Zhu Gaochi's eyes were straightened when he saw the bank note, and he took it without saying a word, and looked at the denomination:
"Twenty thousand taels of silver!"

Immediately, the smiling eyes on his face narrowed into a slit, and he nodded hurriedly: "I know, I know, Dad is doing business, don't you feel relieved?"

Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes when he heard the words, only ghosts would believe this!
However, he still warned: "Father, I have to explain this matter clearly to you. The bank note is for you, but don't turn around and use this money to reward those beauties from the Western Regions or something, otherwise you will be rewarded next time." I dare not give you money, you know your body!"

Zhu Gaochi blushed immediately when he heard the words, waved his hand and chased people away with disgust on his face: "Go, go, go and do your business quickly, are your father and I like that?"

Zhu Zhanji pouted, too lazy to say anything.

If you don't say that this is your own father, you can't treat your father and mother more favorably than others.

Knowing that this stupid father has been busy contacting former ministers who went out of the prince's mansion recently because of the newspaper, he also spent a lot of private money.

Zhu Zhanji was really worried about handing over the money to this stupid father. Money is a trivial matter, but if those beauties from the Western Regions really emptied their bodies, his guilt would be serious.

After the money was given, Zhu Zhanji planned to go to work and clock in.

But just two steps away, Zhu Gaochi grabbed him again, and asked in a low voice:
"By the way, son, is this money earned by Xinyan?"

"Ok!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded.

Recently, Xinyan has started to make money one after another, and the agents of Xinyan in various places have also come with money recently.

They are all collected by Shen Wendu, and then the household department approves the bill, and then gets the salt. The household department takes the [-] yuan salt price, and then takes the agency fee and [-]% of the profit of Snowflake Salt.

Zhu Zhanji is only [-] Wen less per catty of salt than the household department, so although there are still most of the new salt merchants due to road problems, the money has not yet arrived.

But in the place close to Yingtian, all kinds of money have already come down.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to sell 20 taels of notes.

Zhu Gaochi's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he was a little curious: "Son, tell Dad, how much did you earn from this new salt?"

"Father, why are you asking this?"

Zhu Zhanji is a little wary, 20 taels of silver is for honoring his parents.

No matter how much money he has, he has his own plans.

Even though he is a little richer now, he still has a lot of places to spend his money. If he really needs to use it, the little money Xinyan earns is really not enough to make money.

Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Zhanji's suspicious eyes, and said a little depressed: "Look at you kid, you still don't believe your father?"

After a pause, Zhu Gaochi explained: "It's not that I've been busy running a newspaper recently, thinking that the group of people who went out from my former prince's mansion alone would not be enough to get things done, so I planned to hold a literary meeting, and then put Talk to them about the newspaper, I think they will not refuse the opportunity to publish some articles, so it is a matter of mutual benefit, they have a place to publish articles, and the newspaper can also Rely on their fame to expand some influence!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded immediately when he heard his silly father's words.

These words are still very reasonable. What literati care most about is nothing more than fame.

It is simply a great honor for them that the newspapers come to promote articles for them.

After all, this newspaper bears the name of the royal family.

Once one's own article is published in a newspaper, and later published, it is capital.

Moreover, with my stupid father status there, if I hold a literary meeting, there will definitely be a large number of literati and so on.

At that time, a disguised publicity will be made for the newspaper's appearance, and some writers will write a few articles, and the reputation of the newspaper will definitely spread immediately.

As fame spreads, the influence of the newspaper will also increase, and its role will become even greater at that time.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanji said: "Success, Dad, how much do you think it will cost to organize this essay?"

Hearing that Zhu Zhanji agreed, Zhu Gaochi laughed immediately, and began to calculate Zhu Zhanji's account with his chubby fingers, saying:
"Look, son, first of all, do you need a place to hold the essay meeting? I heard that the Jiangnan Guild Hall is a good place with a good view, so I plan to put the place in the Jiangnan Guild Hall. I asked someone to ask, and I booked the Jiangnan Guild Hall. The guild hall needs about 5000 taels of silver a day, and if we want to hold a cultural meeting, it is impossible to do it for two days, let’s count it for seven days, this is 5000 taels of silver!”

Zhu Zhanji nodded, the price is considered cheap.

He held the auction of new salt before in the Huainan Guild Hall, and the price for one day was 7000 taels.

Seeing Zhu Zhanji nodding, Zhu Gaochi continued to settle the score: "Isn't there a drink for this essay meeting? After all, I'm the prince, so it's okay if the drink is cheap, at least it's Qiulubai from Shandong, right?"

Qiu Lubai, Zhu Zhanji knows that this wine rose in the Yuan Dynasty, and in this era, it is almost equivalent to Maotai in later generations.

It has been written into poems by many literati, and even appeared in Li Shizhen's "Compendium of Materia Medica".

But being famous means being expensive.

Sure enough, at the next moment, Zhu Gaochi continued to break his fingers and continued: "Look, son, a jar of autumn dew white is 20 taels of silver, and one person counts as one jar of wine a day, so at least one or two thousand jars are needed? That's right? Forty or fifty thousand taels of silver!"

"Then if you have wine, you have to have food. If you have food, naturally you have to invite some people to add to the fun, right? This is another sum of money. A table of food is 20 taels, that is 5000 taels, and then there are Everyone, let’s count it as 3000 taels per person, let’s ask for a dozen or so? This is another 4 to 2 taels, and then someone else wrote a good article, so we have to get some lottery rewards or something? Not to mention too much Yes, do you want [-] taels of silver?"

Zhu Zhanji got dizzy when he heard it, and saw that his stupid father was still going to settle accounts for himself, so he interrupted quickly: "Father, just tell me how much it will cost, and I have to go to the Qing Palace here." !"

As soon as Zhu Gaochi heard this, he immediately stretched out three fingers and said with a smile: "Hey, not many, just count!"

Zhu Zhanji: "..."

"30 million taels?"

After hesitating for a while, he didn't believe it, and said, "Father, you always tell me that it really costs so much to organize a literary conference? You don't use this excuse to cheat me of money, do you?"

When Zhu Gaochi heard Zhu Zhanji's words, his face straightened, his fat face was full of unhappiness, and he said, "You child, what are you talking about? Why did your father lie to you? Didn't I figure it out for you? , the venue, the food and drink, the lottery, everyone, the cook, the maid..."

"It's worth it..."

Seeing that his stupid father was about to settle accounts for himself again, Zhu Zhanji hurriedly interrupted.

If my silly father kept doing this calculation, he would be late for clocking in at work today.

At the same time, he also figured out why this silly father practiced swords in the yard early in the morning, for a long time, it was definitely premeditated.

After hesitating for a while, after thinking about it, Zhu Zhanji slowly took out a bank note from his arms and handed it over.

Zhu Gaochi took the bank note, and couldn't wait to look at the number on it. When he saw the six big words "50 taels of silver" on it, he immediately froze for a moment, and then narrowed his small eyes again the next moment.

"Son, you keep saying, how much did Xinyan earn?"

No wonder Zhu Gaochi was curious, given what he knew about his son.

He had previously given himself a bank note of 20 taels, so this son would definitely not give less than this amount to his old mother.

In this way, it is at least 40 taels, and then it is 50 taels, which is almost 100 million taels of silver.

And Zhizi Mo Ruofu, this son can take out almost 100 million taels of silver without blinking his eyes, so it means that the son has at least ten times this amount in his pocket.

That is 1000 million taels of silver.

This is calculated according to the lowest standard, and the real figure may have to be doubled or tripled, or even more, that is, more than two or thirty million taels of silver.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaochi's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Zhu Zhanji.

Why did he oppose Zhu Di's Northern Expedition? Isn't he poor?
Once the war started, what was being fought was the white money in the treasury.

But if he remembered correctly, only [-]% of the discussion between his son and Xia Yuanji was made about the new salt.

Among them, [-]% belonged to the emperor, [-]% belonged to the household department, and the remaining [-]% belonged to his son.

Only three achievements are above 3000 million taels of silver.

How much is the emperor's [-]%?

5000 million taels?
Zhu Zhanji didn't know that his stupid father was about to guess his net worth just for a while.

Hearing my silly father asking about the money Xinyan earned, he immediately laughed and said, "Guess?"

Zhu Gaochi: "..."

Hearing his son's joke, Zhu Gaochi reached out and hit him.

Zhu Zhanji walked away in two or three steps, and then said: "Father, the 50 taels of silver are not for you to use indiscriminately. Since you are holding a literary conference, you can't let the literati in the world look down upon you. One point, let the literati all over the world know that you are good to them, and you can eat delicious food and drink spicy food with our family, and our family is not short of money!"

Zhu Gaochi: "..."

When Zhu Gaochi wanted to say something, Zhu Zhanji slipped away.

Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Zhanji's back, a little helpless: "This child, he is still like this at such a big age!"

He sighed, talking, thought of something again, and quickly stuffed the two banknotes that Zhu Zhanji gave him into his sleeves calmly.

After finishing this action, he immediately glanced around again, and when he found that no one saw this place, he straightened his clothes again, then pretended to pick up the sword, and continued to practice Tai Chi sword.

(End of this chapter)