Given Ming's status in the world today, he, the Treasurer, is equivalent to the Executive Chairman of the Federal Reserve in later generations.
What is money? Money is just the paper in my hand.
Don't mention money to me, I can't afford to lose that person.
Imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel.
Han Jingyun didn't know what Han Du was thinking at all. When she heard Han Du's words, the look of disappointment on her face did not diminish, and she sighed: "Let's forget it. How big an official do you have and how much salary do you have?" Dad has been an official for so many years. When will the salary he received be enough for us to eat? If it hadn't been supported by mother's dowry all these years, our family would have starved to death before His Majesty beheaded him. .”
"What nonsense did you say, be careful not to be listened to." Seeing that her daughter was getting more and more embarrassed as she spoke, the mother slapped her on the back of the head and slapped the unspoken words back into her privacy.
Han Du did not comfort the dissatisfied girl, but lowered his head and pondered the girl's words.
Can I really support my family with my salary, and can I also afford my sister’s jewelry?
When it comes to who is the greatest emperor in Chinese history, I'm afraid historians will make a mess of themselves, talking about the Khan of Heaven, Emperor Qin, Han Wu, Emperor Tang Zong and Song Zu.
But if you were to comment on who was the stingiest emperor in history, I'm afraid everyone would point to one name: Zhu Yuanzhang.
Lao Zhu is really stingy, especially when it comes to official salaries. He is extremely stingy.
There is a saying that goes like this, "The salary of officials in the past dynasties has never been more meager than that of Ming." However, no official in the Ming Dynasty had a lower salary than Lao Zhu.
Look at how much salary Lao Zhu pays to officials, as far as the eighth rank of Han Du is concerned. In the 13th year of Hongwu, Lao Zhu re-established the annual salary of civil and military officials, with a total of 18 levels. The first-grade official was 1,044 shi, and the seventh-grade county magistrate had an annual salary of 90 shi (about 5,440 kilograms today).
As for Han Du, an eighth-level official, he could only receive eighty shi of Lumi per year.
Do you think this is the end? Think beautifully.
Officials may not necessarily receive corresponding rice grains. Because the Ming court would fold rice into banknotes, pepper and other banknotes, and condiments. It seems to show that officials can get things that ordinary white people cannot get, but in fact, treasure banknotes are easy to depreciate; and non-essential condiments are difficult to exchange for necessities.
Therefore, Han Du secretly counted on his little finger. My salary can probably, seems, maybe, possibly barely solve the problem of food for the whole family.
As for clothing, housing and transportation, even wood for fires, I can't solve it myself.
Fortunately, Lao Zhu would also distribute some treasure notes to the officials, which made the officials' lives a little easier. But now, as the value of treasure banknotes on the market has begun to depreciate, the life of this official has become increasingly difficult.
can not be like this!
Whether it is for the tasks assigned to him by Lao Zhu or for his own money bag, the treasure money cannot continue to depreciate.
Not only cannot it depreciate, but it must increase in value.
Han Du suddenly felt that he should print out the treasure banknotes as soon as possible, after all, it was closely related to his current livelihood.
While Han Du was deep in thought, a sound of footsteps came from the outer courtyard.
I saw an old man walking out of the moon gate. The moment he saw everyone in Han Du, the old man was dumbfounded and suddenly felt a mixture of sadness and joy.
"Is it true that the madam is back? Is it true that the madam is back? This old slave has seen the madam."
"Uncle Mu, why are you here?" Han Du stepped forward and helped the old man up.
Uncle Mu is the concierge of the Han family. Originally, Han Du didn't see any of his servants when he came back, so he thought they had all left. Unexpectedly, Uncle Mu is still here.
"Yes, Lao Mu and the others have left, why are you still here?" My mother was also confused.
Uncle Mu straightened up, shook his body, and sighed: "Madam, young master. Since that day, everyone else has left. The old slave really can't bear to leave here. The old slave has lived here for half his life and doesn't want to leave. So later, the old slave I would take a look every day, thinking that if the court made a mistake and put the master back."
"Every day when I come here, I see seals and soldiers standing there. When I came to see them again just now, I found that the seals were gone and the soldiers were gone, so I wondered if the master and his wife were back. It's really God's blessing, Wan I never expected that my wife would be back, it’ll be great if she’s back, that’ll be great.”
"Okay, Uncle Mu, don't get too excited. Great joys and sorrows are harmful to your health." Han Du tried to persuade him.
"Okay, okay, I'm not excited." Uncle Mu touched his eyes twice and asked, "By the way, where is the master? I want to go see the master."
"The master hasn't come back yet." Han Du's mother said hesitantly.
Seeing the confusion on Lao Mu's face, he explained to him: "The matter is a bit complicated. It may take some time for the master to come back."
"Oh, oh, as long as I can come back, it'll be great. It'll be great if I can come back." Uncle Mu agreed and suddenly said, "Madam, please stay for a moment while I go clean the house." After saying that, he turned to leave.
But his mother stopped him, "Old Mu, just go and clean Du'er's house. Jingyun and I can do the master's house ourselves."
When my mother and sister came out after cleaning the house, my mother gave Uncle Mu some silver and asked him to buy some food.
"Mom, where did you get the money?" Han Du was surprised.
When he was sitting idle just now, he was still thinking about the survival of his family these days. Unexpectedly, before he could figure out the result, his mother actually came up with the money.
He clearly remembered that his mother had no money. When she was taken to jail, she even handed over the jewelry on her head.
The mother smiled and said nothing, but the girl opened her mouth to explain to Han Du.
"Humph, stupid. Of course I got it from home."
Han Du didn't quite agree with the girl's explanation.
The home has been looted by those soldiers a long time ago. Is there any money left there?
"My mother was so wise that she hid all the valuable things in the hidden compartments. Those soldiers could only take visible things in a short period of time, and there was no time to search for hidden compartments."
I see!
"Mom is really smart." Han Du raised his thumb towards his mother and flattered her.
Next, Han Du chatted with his mother for a few words.
At this time, Uncle Mu came back after buying some delicious food.
Uncle Mu opened the food box and put the food on the table one by one.
"Madam, Master, you can eat now."
Han Du and the other three walked to the table and sat down. Even Uncle Mu sat down at Han Du's strong request.
The four of them gathered around the table and began to eat, and there was really a sense of enjoyment in it.
There are not many dishes, only four dishes, and three of them are vegetarian, and only one has a bit of meaty minced meat.
But it is much better than the food in prison.
Regardless of whether it is a mother or a girl, the food is extremely delicious.
It's just that Han Du felt a little bit unappetite while eating.
Although the cooking methods of this era were improved compared to those of the Tang Dynasty, they were still very crude compared to later generations.
That's just one more stir-fried dish, and the others are either stewed or boiled.
There are not as many tricks in cooking as in later generations. You just add oil and stir-fry, then add salt and that's it.
My mother saw that Han Du's chopsticks were moving slower and slower and almost stopped, so she asked him: "What? Are these meals not to your liking? Did you eat something delicious in the East Palace that whetted your appetite?" ?"
"Brother, I have long heard that the dishes cooked by the Imperial Chef of the East Palace are extremely delicious. If you go there next time, can you bring me some to try?" The girl's little mouth was like a bottomless pit, and she kept stuffing food into it. At the same time, I still miss the delicious food in the East Palace.
The girl's charming eyes were ignored by my mother, and she directly warned: "Eat less. You are a woman who has not left the court, look at your eating habits."
Han Du wanted to laugh while watching.
Although my mother was scolding my sister, her own eating habits were actually no better than her sister's.
However, Han Du can also understand that in the past, neither his mother nor his sister would eat like this, and they would maintain the etiquette of officials. It's just that they, who had just survived the disaster, couldn't help but want to be willful.
After eating, everyone went to rest.
The turmoil of the day has faded away, and the night is filled with clear light on the bed of dreams!
Han Du was lying on the bed, his face reflected in the cold moonlight, tears welling up in his eyes, and finally overflowed and stayed along his face. "Wife and children, I wish you happiness."
Yesterday's day can't be chased back, today's day can only be missed in a moment. Things in the past can only be let go. The most important thing now is to make the treasure banknotes.
The treasure banknotes produced would not satisfy Lao Zhu. It was inevitable that his head would fall to the ground. Lao Zhu was a decisive and decisive emperor.
However, Han Du has full confidence in satisfying Lao Zhu.
Have you ever seen the banknotes of later generations? Lao Zhu has never seen banknotes that survive water damage, and Lao Zhu doesn’t know what a watermark is.
Han Du would like to thank Fa Ge for this. It was his unparalleled skills that allowed Han Du to know how banknotes are made. Although Handu does not have as advanced equipment as Fa Ge, now Lao Zhu does not ask Handu to make high-precision U.S. banknotes.
the other side.
Han Jingyun quietly got up from the bed and walked into his mother's room.
"who?"
"Mom, it's me." Han Jingyun walked from the darkness into the moonlight.
"Hey, it's Jingyun. Why did you come to my house so late at night? You scared my mother just now. She thought, thought..."
Han Jingyun didn't wait for his mother to finish, he walked over and snuggled into her arms like a baby, "Mom, I can't sleep alone."
Mother opened the quilt and let Han Jingyun get in so that he could lie in her arms. She asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid." Han Jingyun responded, while his body couldn't help but start to tremble, "I'm afraid this is a dream, and I'm still in prison when I wake up. Wuwuwu..." Han Jingyun couldn't help but sob softly. .
