The days when I fished in Daming

This is a protracted project and a bottomless pit.

According to Zheng Xiong's way of playing, no matter how much money he earns, it will not be enough to fill this hole.

Old Zhu smacked his mouth.

These people are really ruthless when they are cunning.

With such a move, Zheng Xiong may be in a dilemma.

Further, if you spend money, you will be dragged down sooner or later.

Take a step back and maintain the status quo, then Zheng Xiong can no longer use wages to attract others to vote, and the Ministry of Industry will have room to turn around and relieve pressure.

The Ministry of Industry will not lose money no matter what.

It can be described as a good plan.

But Lao Zhu became vigilant because of this.

Knock you wow!Going around, money is the original sin.

Zheng Xiong's confidence comes from money, and his goal is also for the money on the sixteenth floor.

Lao Zhu had long regarded the sixteenth floor as his future cash machine, and if Zheng Xiong really paid for it, he would be the one who would suffer.

This is somewhat unbearable.

The corners of Lao Zhu's mouth twitched, with a faint stern look on his face, and he was about to speak.

It was preempted by the ministers in the audience.

"Your Majesty, Li Shangshu's words are justified. The city wall took a long time, and it was not a day's work. If a doctor takes over, the Ministry of Industry will not only save manpower, but also start other affairs as soon as possible."

"Fengyang, the central capital, can also have sufficient manpower to carry out construction and shorten the construction period."

"I think so."

"There is a ready-made template for the city wall here, and it is only a matter of time, the minister seconded."

It was a one-sided situation again, and Lao Zhu was dumbfounded.

This is not a disaster.

Sure enough, if you walk a lot at night, you will always encounter ghosts.

Money bags are not guaranteed.

"Wait, let's take a look."

"The craftsmen who built the city, you mean to be transferred to Zhongdu, and all of them will be handed over to Zheng Xiong?"

The officials looked at each other and quickly responded.

Li Min, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, answered the question.

"Most of the corvee can be drawn out, leaving a small part for guidance."

"That won't work, it's a big deal, how can the city be a joke."

"Reconsideration."

Seeing Lao Zhu's determination, Li Min, a clever little ghost, immediately replied.

"You can draw [-]% first, and then transfer after Yijian is proficient. In this way, the construction period will not be delayed much."

This method looks good, and Lao Zhu faintly agrees.

But when I think about money, I feel a little pain.

"As Li Shangshu said, the best of both worlds, the ministers and others agreed."

The importance of popularity is fully reflected at this moment.

Being defeated by Zheng Xiong's popularity, Lao Zhu couldn't speak clearly, so he could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

"The decree is drawn up, and Yijian will slowly take over the construction of the city wall."

"Yijian is an official eight-rank yamen, which is under the jurisdiction of the government office. In the original Yijian, everyone was promoted and supplemented by the yamen."

If you want the horse to run, you have to feed the horse.

Lao Zhu also intends to join the First Academy.

So many people cannot be left alone and allowed to grow and become destabilizing factors.

"The Ministry of Officials promoted two people to serve as the left and right subordinate officials of the new yamen, and they were registered in the register."

"According to the order."

"The Ministry of Industry will focus on the construction of the central capital in the future. The time limit is three years. If it expires, you know what will happen!"

"The minister apologizes with death."

After dealing with Zheng Xiong's matter, Lao Zhu's face was full of displeasure, and he brought this emotion to work.

All the people who went to court, one counted as one, basically didn't feel Lao Zhu's good face.

For a time trembling.

Not going to court is the basic quality of Zheng Xiong.

In the afternoon, Zheng Xiong received the feedback and received the imperial decree.

Ordinary, Zheng Xiong didn't feel anything, he was used to it.

Just what I want, just worried about how to spend the money!Unexpectedly, when drowsiness came, someone would send a pillow.

Paying corvee wages is beautiful.

Lao Zhu, including people in this era, might rather have money rot in the ground than pay attention to its circulation.

But Zheng Xiong is different. If the people have money, they will consume.

When consumption is high, businesses benefit, and businesses benefit, which can drive employment and boost gdp by a few points.

Such a virtuous circle is the situation where you are good and I am good.

These Zheng Xiong are not surprised at all, it will be a matter of time if they make more money.

Somewhat unexpectedly, a random building has become an official government office.

Instead of being under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry, it was under the jurisdiction of Yingtianfu.

There is something wrong with professionalism.

Tieniu was so happy that he could hardly close his mouth from ear to ear.

It was a surprise to mix up the preparations.

Unexpectedly, he became an official, and has since become a member of the officialdom.

Sure enough, he still has to hang out with Zheng Xiong in order to have a bright future.

At the moment of receiving the imperial decree, Tieniu could not but thank the emperor for his grace.

First of all, I came to thank Zheng Xiong.

"Thank you, Lord Hou, for cultivating it. The little one will go through fire and water, and he will do whatever he wants."

Zheng Xiong waved his hand, signaling Tieniu to sit down.

"Why are you thanking me! I didn't go to court again. If you want to thank me, thank Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty thinks highly of you, and you are the only one who has today. When you go to court tomorrow, you should thank you face to face. I don't need it."

No matter who he is with, Zheng Xiong keeps a certain sense of distance, and Tieniu is no exception.

Live long by being careful.

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty, and also thank Lord Hou for cultivating it."

I have a headache, why do I have to drag myself!

"Good job."

"The corvee levied in the city walls, craftsmen, no matter how high or low, are calculated according to the salary standard of a construction, twenty yuan a day."

"Ten days, don't default. This Marquis hates people who default. Don't let me know that you have corrupted the law and embezzled at will."

"Yes."

After dismissing the excited Tieniu, Zheng Xiong stared at the book in front of him in a daze.

Each of them is not a good person.

I made myself a hot potato.

Well done, it's a credit.

If you can't do it well, it's a reminder.

No one will show affection.

After thinking about it, Zheng Xiong still had no idea, so he thought about going to the city wall the next day to make a corresponding decision.

On the other side, Lao Zhu was so furious that he couldn't bear it anymore, and reached out and slapped the table with his palm.

"This idiot, why are you so good at the conscripted labor? Can you eat it!"

"The world is so big, how many people can get enough to eat, it's enough to be full!"

Empress Ma appeared at the right time and scolded Lao Zhu.

"You don't know the price of money if you are not in charge of the family. If you put such a big mark on it, you think it's better for me to change it or not."

"Don't change it, keep it, and increase your memory."

Queen Ma laughed.

"Who messed with you again and made such a big fuss when you came back?"

"Who else could it be, Zheng Xiong for your elder brother."

"Why?"

"He pays the corvee, you say it's funny, ha ha!"

Empress Ma looked solemn, just looking at Lao Zhu directly.

Facing Empress Ma's gaze, Lao Zhu first smiled, and then fell silent.

The four eyes met, and a long time turned into a sigh.

"Hey! You said that if there is such an official in Qianyuan who can pay the corvee, we can still go on the road of rebellion!"

"No."

"Yes! Then our father may not necessarily die, and the whole family may have a chance to survive, and we will not be able to go to the stage of rebellion."

"If the family lives and works in peace and contentment, we would rather not have this throne."

"What a shame!"

A line of clear tears flowed out silently, and Lao Zhu restrained himself immediately.

(End of this chapter)