The miracle doctor is four and a half years old, and the big bosses of the whole dynasty dote on me

Chapter 34 Zhi Zhi: I, Little Rich Woman
When Yan Zhizhi was riding a little donkey out of the palace, he met Yan Weiming at the gate of the palace.

The young prince was wearing a round-neck gown made of yellow lion brocade, standing there with his hands behind his back, as bright as a jade tree.

Yan Zhizhi sat on the donkey and admired it for a while, then told the little donkey to go quickly.

"Brother Prince, what a coincidence, are you leaving the palace too?"

Yan Weiming, who came here specially to wait, nodded slightly, looking calm, "Yes, what a coincidence."

The guard following Yan Weiming lowered his head and did not speak.

Yan Zhizhi didn't think too much, he got off the little donkey in a hurry, took the initiative to hold Yan Weiming's hand, strode his short legs, and curiously asked him what he was going to do when he left the palace.

The prince looked around, the imperial army was still a little away from them, and the guards following him were confidantes, so he said calmly, "Father, I will take care of the paper-making workshop. I will go out of the palace to see the location of the workshop."

"Paper workshop?"

Yan Zhizhi slowly remembered that she had sold the method of making bamboo paper to her father for the price of a few plates of pastries.But she also sold it to Master for the price of a plate of pastries.It was equivalent to selling more than one piece of paper, and both she and Maomao felt that they had made a lot of money.

"But, hasn't it succeeded yet?"

Yan Weiming held the limp little hand in his hand, and felt his heart softened into a mess, and his voice became more and more gentle, "Father always takes one step at a time and three steps at a time. If we really wait for Shaofu Supervisor to succeed in making paper, it will take several months. At that time, it will be too late to choose a site to build a workshop, or to expand the scale."

The prince explained that the emperor not only asked him to choose a construction workshop on the outskirts of the capital, but also to build workshops in several nearby state capitals.

"If the production of bamboo paper is successful, it will be promoted on a large scale in the future. Only relying on the workshops in the capital will not be able to supply the entire Dacheng."

Once the production is insufficient, the merchant will still sell it at a high price after transporting it to other places for sale, which is not in line with the original intention of the emperor to lower the price of paper.

"In the early stage, only a few workshops will be built. After earning money from the aristocratic family, it will be expanded to the whole country."

Yan Weiming showed a gentle smile, "Scarcity is the most precious thing. Even if we succeed in making bamboo paper, we will still stockpile paper in the early stage and only sell a little each time."

Yan Zhizhi looked up at him, as if seeing two furry fox ears on the top of his head, and looked behind him, as if seeing a tail wagging triumphantly.

She obeyed her heart and praised earnestly, "Daddy is amazing, brother you are amazing too."

The prince reservedly accepted the compliment.

"In addition, the improved method will also be used to make hemp paper. My father asked me to come forward to buy a workshop that makes hemp paper."

Thinking that in the future these workshops could earn money from aristocratic families and help ordinary people, Yan Weiming finally had the feeling that he was working for Dacheng instead of eating for nothing every day.

"That's right," he bowed his head and said seriously, "You provided the papermaking technology, and these workshops will be opened under your name. You are responsible for providing ideas, I am in charge of running the business, and Father is responsible for helping the family. Father said , after paying taxes, you and I will share the proceeds equally."

For Yan Zhizhi, this was a windfall.

She couldn't help stretching out her little hand for a hug.

"elder brother!"

Of course Yan Weiming wanted to hug his sister very much, but at the age of ten he could hug her, but he couldn't walk very far in a row or hold her high.

He bent down, hugged the person up with difficulty, and walked forward hard.

The guards following him hesitated to speak several times.

"Brother Prince, you and Daddy are fine."

Yan Zhizhi hugged him happily, their cheeks squeezed together.

In fact, Yan Weiming, who was a little tired, felt that he was doing well again, and continued to walk forward with the somewhat mellow little genius doctor in his arms, trying not to make himself look tired.

Yan Zhizhi tried his best to turn his little head, "But last time, the prince brother said that the treasury is empty. Does the empty treasury mean that there is no money?"

After getting an affirmative answer, the little genius doctor was a little anxious, "Then give all the money to the national treasury. Zhizhi doesn't need that much money. Zhizhi is easy to raise. Just feed him every day."

"Don't worry, the tax on paper is currently relatively high. The more you sell, the more tax you pay. All the money goes into the treasury, it's the same."

Yan Weiming just told the truth, but planted a seed in Yan Zhizhi's heart.

The more you sell, the more taxes you pay.If the sales are high, do you pay more taxes?Dad and the prince's elder brother both said that if the aristocratic family is rich, no matter what they make in the future, they should be sold to them at a high price.Sell ​​it to ordinary people at ordinary prices.

Yan Weiming didn't know about his sister's change of mind yet, so he explained to her very seriously, even though she might not be able to understand at her age.

"Father put the workshop under your name. It seems that he still doesn't plan to turn the papermaking department into an official operation in the future. As long as it is not an official operation, businessmen will seek profits, and the scale will expand. Think about it, when the time comes The more people sell paper, what will happen to the price of paper?"

"It will be very low, very low," Yan Zhizhi raised his paw in a childish voice, "Is Zhizhi right?"

"That's right, Zhizhi is really smart."

Yan Zhizhi shook his body triumphantly.

Yan Weiming couldn't hold her in his arms, but when she shook like this, he fell forward.

The guard hurried forward, ready to catch the two of them.

A pair of big rough hands appeared from the slanted stabs and supported Yan Weiming.

"Xiao Lang-jun, be careful."

Yan Weiming stood firm, quickly put his sister down, and bowed his hands to express his thanks.

Yan Zhizhi imitated his appearance, also arched his little paws, bent slightly, "Thank you, uncle."

The person she called uncle saw her appearance clearly, and said pleasantly, "Little genius doctor, I finally found you!"

Yan Zhizhi blinked suspiciously, "Have we met before?"

Liu Mao said with a smile: "Miraculous Doctor Yan entrusted someone to send the portrait of the little genius doctor. I am the only one who has seen the little genius doctor. The little genius doctor doesn't know me."

Hearing that it was related to Master, Yan Zhizhi's eyes lit up, and he walked forward unconsciously, "Really? What else did Master say?"

Yan Weiming was a little vigilant, and quickly pulled his sister back.

Looking at Liu Mao again, his tone was a little cold, "Do you have a certificate, uncle?"

In the prince's heart, his sister is powerful, kind, and a little silly, but she is easily deceived.As an older brother, he has the responsibility to protect his younger sister!
Liu Mao was not annoyed either, and took out a jade pendant with a smile.

"Ah, it's Master's jade pendant."

Yan Zhizhi poked his head out from behind Yan Weiming excitedly, "But, did Master make many jade pendants like this?"

Brother Chaoci had one, which was said to have been given to him by the order of the imperial physician, and later that one was in the hands of his father.She also has one, which was given by Master.Now this strange uncle also has it.

Liu Mao didn't explain what happened to Yupei, but only revealed his identity.

To put it simply, he is Yan Zhizhi's housekeeper in the capital and several nearby state capitals.

Countless question marks popped out of Yan Zhizhi's head.

She held her chubby little face, her big eyes revealed clear confusion.

"Zhizhi's farm? Why doesn't Zhizhi know?"

(End of this chapter)