Ming Dynasty, starting from the empty seal case

Chapter 62: Gold and silver are dirt?
  "Silver can also be traded!"

When these words fell, it was as if some sledgehammer had hit everyone's minds!
  There was a "boom"!
  Everyone just felt a buzzing sound in their minds.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked stunned.

Zhu Biao froze on the spot, dumbfounded.

Queen Ma had a puzzled expression on her face at first, then thought for a moment, and suddenly realized.

Before Fang Xiaoru could react, he looked at the teacher next to him.

Gilt can be traded, and so can silver!

Is there any difference between these two sentences?

What do you mean?
  Fang Xiaoru wanted the teacher to give him an answer. At the same time, his own mind was spinning rapidly, and an idea flashed in his mind.

suddenly!

Su Xian's voice, already facing everyone, sounded again!
  "Now, one tael of silver can be traded for a Zhuge Feather Fan and a Qinglong Yanyue Sword!"

Whoosh!
  As soon as these words came out.

The two brothers Chang Sen and Chang Sheng were unhappy just now.

First, he was stunned at the same time and turned his head sharply.

Just now, they were still upset. What was the use of these coins in their little game? The eldest brother and others are rogues, but the two brothers cannot act rogue.

Use silver? It will be difficult to "restock" later.

After all, it was agreed at the beginning that everyone would use banknotes...

But now!
  They looked at the white silver at their feet.

It was like I had been hungry for many days and suddenly saw huge steamed buns!
  "real or fake?"

Chang Sen looked at Su Xian immediately.

It seems a little unbelievable, "A Qinglong Yanyue Sword is worth 200 coins, so if we give you these taels of silver, won't we earn 200 taels in vain for one tael of silver?"

While talking.

Chang Sen had already leaned over, holding the dozens of taels of silver, and ran over with a bang.

"Don't lie!"

Su Xian looked at them with a smile, "Children are innocent."

"Count how much money you have in your hand, Xiongying, give me the money!"

"Yeah!" Zhu Xiongying stared, finally reaching the point where he took action.

When I watched them play just now, I could only watch helplessly. I had no choice but to do the math now.

Chang Sen counted them again, "A total of sixty-three taels."

But just now, in addition to his eldest brother playing at his place, there were also several "guests".

"That's seventy-five Zhuge Feather Fans, plus a Fangtian Painted Halberd."

talking.

Su Xian helped Zhu Xiongying count the "banknotes" in front of him, and then handed them directly to Chang Sen.

"Haha, it turns out to be true, so we can consider it a profit after the transaction is over!"

Chang Sen laughed and was very excited.

after all.

I was doing the simplest transaction a few days ago, and all I got was rags, and in the end there was no banknotes at all.

If Su Xian had come up with the idea to play some hit-rate games, he really wouldn't be able to play anymore.

Now that he has experienced the pleasure of trading, he really has the confidence that "I can do it myself."

"Who else wants to trade?"

Su Xian asked Zhu Xiongying to collect the money.

But Zhu Xiongying looked at Grandpa Huang, thinking of what Grandpa Huang had just said to him.

[A silver tael is a silver tael, and a banknote is a banknote! 】

The money collected is all yours!

Don't mix it with banknotes.

Thinking like this, he actually felt a sense of participation.

I couldn't help but look at the next "guest" with more anticipation.

"Chang Sheng happened to have ninety taels in his hand."

"It should be one hundred and eight swords, take one hundred Zhuge Feather Fans. One each of Fang Tian Painting Halberd, Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and Zhangba Snake Spear..."

The scene continues.

"Xu Zengshou has twenty-two taels in his hand..."

"Fu Zhong has fifty-one taels in his hand..."

"..."

"Hey, here is a big customer. The eleventh prince actually has nearly one hundred and eighty taels in his hands..."

At this moment.

Every time Su Xian recited a sentence, he would send out more treasure notes from Zhu Xiongying.

By the end...

How could he admire the wealth of King Qin and others?

The "Zhuge Feather Fan Treasure Banknotes" that Zhu Xiongying once secretly printed have almost been traded.

In the end, he still had to use two Fang Tian Painting Halberds to get enough.

And this situation goes back and forth.

Soon.

Zhu Xiongying's treasure banknotes are getting less and less.

But there is already more and more silver!
  ……

now.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't bear it anymore.

He walked in a hurry and couldn't even maintain his indifference just now. He went straight down and looked at the white money in front of his grandson.

Just like what he just told his grandson. Silver is silver.

Paper money is paper money.

In his eyes, trading silver for treasure is something only a fool can do.

But now...

These children really don’t understand!
  A bunch of little brats, they are all worth of money, just give them away like this? Can you get a lot of banknotes just by exchanging them?

No brainer!

"Is this the deal?"

"Silver, why can it be traded?"

this moment,
  There seemed to be some inherent concepts in Zhu Yuanzhang's mind, cracks like spider webs were appearing, and then gradually collapsed...

“Silver can be traded!”

He continued to murmur.

The whole person's eyes seemed to be dazed.

In the end, he seemed to have figured something out.

Keep whispering!

Silver...is also a commodity?
  Zhu Biao had already reacted and came to his father's side with a similarly shocked expression.

Queen Ma also hurried over, but looked at Su Xian with a smile.

"What a good boy!"

Su Xian, at this moment, also looked at the approaching people.

He seemed innocent.

"Can't silver be traded?"

"You! You, you, you..."

At this time, Fang Xiaoru also arrived quickly, and he felt that he had figured out something.

But there is an urgent need for confirmation from Su Xian.

"Silver is a rare thing, that is money, and that is just money!"

Su Xian continued to look at everyone with an innocent expression.

Just said seriously:
  "My husband once said: Money is like dung! Money is like dung!"

"Nonsense!" Fang Xiaoru was shocked and angry, "Which gentleman taught you this?"

"The purpose of treating silver as dirt is to stop you from being too attached to money, from being obsessed with businessmanship and ruining your own life, and to be open-minded and broad-minded to accommodate all things..."

He was still chattering.

In the end, even he didn't know what he was talking about.

“Why can’t money be dung?”

Su Xian looked at the crowd and said seriously: "I heard that people in ancient times first exchanged things for things, but later they disliked the trouble of exchanging things, so they agreed that shells can be used as trading coins."

"Later, gold and silver and other rare objects were gradually recognized as valuable because of their rarity. Everyone recognized gold and silver, and naturally regarded them as trading coins."

"But now..."

"The Ming Dynasty has a territory of thousands of miles and a total of 60 million people under its banner!"

"What is a thing of true value?"

this moment.

Su Xian's eyes were serious, and the question he asked seemed very simple.

But every time I asked, it was like a rolling stone thrown into the lake, causing huge splashes of water!

Without waiting for them to think.

He continued to look at Fang Xiaoru.

"Gold and silver can be made into ornaments, admired, and even played with in your hands. They can be used as goods in their own right. Why can't they be used for banknote transactions?"

"It means treating gold and silver like dung..."

"It shouldn't be. Gold and silver can be gold and silver, or they can be dung."

"Although banknotes are a pile of waste paper, when given corresponding value, they can also be gold and silver!"

this moment……

Fang Xiaoru's head was pounding after hearing this.

His eyes were stunned.

This kid is talking nonsense and misinterpreting the meaning of the sages. The sages taught you to be open-minded and learn to let go and not be obsessed with money and other things.

When did you misinterpret it?
  however.

Before he could refute.

Su Xian looked at them again.

First, he pointed at the silver at Zhu Xiongying's feet, and then said:

"Too obsessed with gold and silver, but ignoring the most fundamental value."

"Why can we have so much fun just by taking banknotes!"

"But you have to be obsessed with gold and silver?"

While Su Xian was talking, he suddenly seemed to remember something and smiled with his big white teeth.

"I remember my mother told me that when my father had not been promoted for five years, he once went to the temple to pray to the Buddha. What was the name of the master? He gave these six words to my father."

"It really comes in handy today."

Fang Xiaoru raised his head in astonishment, not understanding what he meant.

In fact, at this moment, even Zhu Yuanzhang, Queen Ma, Zhu Biao and others were looking at each other.

Su Xian smiled slightly, obviously speaking to Fang Xiaoru.

But the sound rang in several people's ears.

"Donor, you are obsessed!"

(End of this chapter)