Are you sure you are looking for me these days? ? ?
Zhao Dexian had a question mark on his face, but he also knew that this was not the time to dismantle the host's family, so he hurriedly bowed and saluted, "Student has met Zhao Fujun."
In the Song Dynasty, scholars who did not have official status called themselves "students" regardless of age, and officials were mostly addressed by their surname plus official position. As for the title of "sir" for officials in the later Ming and Qing Dynasties, there was no such thing. Yes, because 'adult' at this time represents parents and elders. There is no difference between calling an official 'adult' and recognizing his father in person.
Zhao Huan looked Zhao Dexian up and down, and saw that this man's face was very cunning, and he was already unhappy in his heart. However, since he was led by his cousin, he didn't want to be pretentious, so he just replied with an expressionless expression, "I have met Mr. Zhao." "
When Wang Zhi looked at Zhao Huan like this, how could he not know what he was thinking? This cousin of his had been cautious since he was a child, was kind to others, and always smiled with everyone. If he showed no expression to others, it would explain something.
Thinking of this, he joked: "Cousin, you are very lucky. Dexian is not an ordinary scholar. He was elected in the fourth year of Chongning. He then traveled around the Song Dynasty. He is proficient in finance, military engineering, astronomy and geography. If you know everything, you can be virtuous and coordinate, but you are just a homeless person, how can you say that?"
Zhao Huan was shocked when he heard this. It was fifteen or sixteen years ago in the fourth year of Chongning. Judging from the appearance of this man, he was only in his early thirties. That means he was elected as a candidate when he was about seventeen or eighteen years old. This is the case since the establishment of the Song Dynasty. Great talents are rare, and later generations have proven that those with such experience are the pillars of the country. This is a true great talent!
Thinking of this, Zhao Huan hurriedly took two steps forward to help Zhao Dexian, and said sincerely: "I feel very relieved to have your help, sir. I was a little hesitant just now, sir, don't be surprised."
"The Lord is complimentary. The student is not as talented as the Master in speaking. He only knows a few strategies to appease the people. Thanks to the Master and the Lord for not giving up, I am willing to do my best."
Zhao Dexian was ashamed of his words. He was really ashamed. He was very poor and had been in poverty for more than ten years. He had traveled around the Song Dynasty. The farthest he traveled was only a thousand miles from Luzhou to Bianjing. As for finance and military industry ...If what I read in the book can be calculated, it can barely be regarded as 'tong'. As for 'jing', it is not consistent at all. There is also something about astronomy and geography... Forget it, just pretend you didn't hear it.
On the way just now, Wang Zhi also briefly told him about setting up workshops for the resettlement of refugees, so he also knew what Zhao Huan was worried about, so he did not lose his composure.
"Sir, you are being too modest. Let's go into the house and talk in detail."
"Master Fu, please come first."
It wasn't until Zhao Huan led Wang Zhi and his party into the gate of the mansion that the surrounding guards slowly looked away, with shock still in their eyes.
It turns out that this young master is really the prince of the family, the cousin of the current prince, and he is not an ordinary close friend. The affectionate and affectionate way of holding each other's back is closer than that of a real brother. Now he has to recognize his face. If one day he touches this big boss's bad luck without opening his eyes, then the game is over.
In the side hall of the mansion, a few people sat down. Zhao Huan first helped someone to pour tea, and then asked someone to bring a map of Kaifeng Mansion and its surroundings to spread on the table. Then he said to Wang Zhi and others: "My cousin asked me earlier. I've approved a piece of land for you outside the city, and I've already chosen it. How about you come and see this piece of land?"
Wang Zhi and others stepped forward to take a closer look and saw that the place Zhao Huan was pointing to was a crop field not far from the grove outside the west city.
Zhao Huan then continued: "This piece of land is for Huangzhuang. It is about fifty acres in front and back. There is no need to go through any formalities to get it. Today's approval will be enough to break ground tomorrow. My cousin and husband think this land is okay?"
Wang Zhi looked at Zhao Dexian. Zhao Dexian looked at the map. After thinking for a moment, he circled an area on the map with his finger and said: "In fact, there is enough water outside the east city, which is the best place to build a workshop. If we can find a place to build in this area, Fang, let’s do it once and for all.”
"Building a workshop?"
Zhao Huan was a little confused, "Isn't my cousin asking for land to resettle the refugees? Why would he want to build a house?"
Wang Zhi had only said that he would be given a piece of land before, and he didn't say what it would be used for. However, after thinking about it for a while, he knew that it must be used by the refugees. When he heard the word "build a square", Zhao Huan was a little puzzled for a moment.
Facing Zhao Huan's puzzled gaze, Wang Zhi explained, "It is for housing, but it is not only for building a residence, but also for building a workshop."
"Building a workshop?"
"Yeah, yes, the best way to deal with the unemployed is to expand jobs and resettle them. Once people have a source of income and hope for life, they won't cause trouble."
Wang Zhi's argument was completely based on the measures taken by the government to deal with the re-employment of the unemployed and laid-off people in the memory of later generations. It may also be based on his own, who wanted to make trouble and fight whenever he had free time.
"What my cousin said is true. It's just for my brother's sake. If he can't support himself and relies on the city's support, how long will he be able to support himself?"
There is another point that Zhao Huan did not mention. The city of Bianjing is now overcrowded with unemployed people. All kinds of thefts, vandalisms and other incidents are staged every day in the city. The Kaifeng Mansion Prison is already overcrowded, and he even has to use the government office as a martial arts arena. Several temporary tents have been built to hold prisoners. If the refugees arrive and are only accommodated with simple meals and unable to provide livelihood, they are afraid that they will still flood into the city and everything will be in chaos. It is my cousin who has thought carefully.
Zhao Huan was obviously relieved, but after a moment he frowned again. After thinking about it, he had no clue, so he asked Wang Zhi again, "What kind of workshop is this? How to build it? How to operate it? How to make a profit?" "
"Cousin, there is no need to worry too much. I have already made plans for this matter. I have arranged the money, talents, and equipment needed to build the workshop. I will be in Beijing soon. As for coordinating matters, isn't this a sign of morality? "
Wang Zhi said and patted Zhao Dexian on the shoulder, looking very disgusting, but it moved Zhao Huan to death.
Everyone in the world who saw Wang Erlang's pretentious behavior wanted to kick him in the face. Only his cousin, who was inexperienced in the world, believed in this 'reliable' cousin the most.
"Master Fu, is this the east of the city?"
Zhao Huan met Zhao Dexian's gaze and said with some sarcasm, "The land east of the city is accessible by water and land, and the geology is fertile. All the land has owners, and the price is expensive. The key is that there is no market for the price. Even if you want to buy it, the big families won't buy it." They will be willing to sell it, but the government can’t do that forced buying and selling thing, it’s really difficult to handle.”
"No, just the land in the west of the city. I'm interested in it."
In the end, it was Wang Zhi who made the final decision. The grove in the west of the city was the place where he made his fortune. Building a square in the west of the city would make it easier for his gathering members to take care of him.
"also."
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Dexian pointed to the side of the grove in the west of the city and said: "It will take some time to widen this canal and then connect it to the Jinshui River. The water source will be almost enough. There are many forests in the west of the city, so it will be convenient to use local materials to build a workshop."
"Okay, then it's settled. I will issue the approval soon and allocate this place to my cousin."
The refugee problem finally had a solution. Zhao Huan felt as if a huge stone had fallen from his heart, and his body felt extremely relaxed.
Zhao Dexian promptly reminded: "The Lord of the Prefecture can first issue an edict with the city to recruit a few workers. The construction of the river expansion can be started now. Some residences can also be built first to avoid the simultaneous influx of refugees and being unable to settle down for a while."
Hearing Zhao Dexian's reminder, Wang Zhi immediately climbed up the pole and said, "Yes, cousin, I think so too. This matter should be done sooner rather than later."
Zhao Desian was speechless when he heard this. You thought the same thing, so what have you been doing these past few days? If you hadn't come to the door today, you might still be shaking your head at home.
Zhao Huan obviously did not have these associations, and beat his hands and said: "Yes, yes, this matter must be arranged quickly. Documents were delivered today, and refugees have entered Kaifeng Prefecture one after another. Officials along the way are resettling them, but they can't last much longer." day, it will flow to Bianjing."
This person goes to higher places, and so do the refugees. When they can no longer survive in their hometown, who doesn’t want to enter a big city to find a way forward? Is there any city in this world that is bigger and more prosperous than Bianjing?
After Zhao Huan finished speaking, he did not write any ink. He immediately ordered the historian to issue a labor recruitment notice, and arranged lunch in the back kitchen of the government office, and entertained Wang Zhi and the four of them well.
Because Zhao Huan still had official business to deal with in the afternoon, the few of them did not drink much and were just tipsy. It was not until Zhao Huan sent him out of the office in person that Zhao Dexian asked Wang Zhi, "Master, building this workshop requires a lot. Don’t you need the Kaifeng government to provide money and professional talents in various workshops?”
He, Zhao Dexian, was not an inexperienced crown prince. Zhao Dexian was obviously a little skeptical about Wang Zhi's big words. However, Zhao Dexian was very sure about whether Wang Zhi could become a prime minister in the future. As for his cousin, In the future, if Wang Erlang wants to sit on the throne, Prince Zhao will probably help him up personally.
Therefore, the title of 'Erlang' that was used in the morning has been forgotten now, and is only referred to as 'Master's family'. If this title of Erlang Erlang goes smoothly, in the future Wang Erlang will be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister, and he will not be able to change his name for a while. Isn't that just asking for trouble? After all, I am not from the Wang family.
Wang Zhi didn't care about his change of title, as long as he didn't call him the second-generation ancestor like 'Young Master' or 'Ya Nei', he just explained to him: "Then we need the government to fund the building of our family building." What’s going on, after all, this workshop’s surname is Wang and I don’t believe in Zhao.”
The government not only gives land to people who run their own workshops, but also pays pitifully little wages. They basically provide them with food and clothing. If future generations of big capitalists find out about this, they will be moved to tears. Where can they find such bargains?
When Zhao Dexian heard what he said, he stopped talking. The four of them walked in the spring breeze on the bustling Bianjing Street. Men and women came and went. Wang Zhi looked around and it was really eye-catching. It was a pity to return home like this, so Wang Zhi suggested Walking around to Xiangguo Temple, the three of them nodded in agreement.
After walking through a few streets and turning a few corners, my eyes suddenly opened up. I saw a large temple with red bricks and blue tiles, and a gold-lettered signboard shining brightly in the sun. From time to time, there were waves of Zen singing and bells ringing, and devotees came in and out. It was really a sight. What a jungle! The large square in front of the temple gate was crowded with people, and the sounds of various vendors and sellers mingled together. There were also various martial arts artists performing tricks, swallowing knives and spitting fire, magic qigong, and high-pole acrobatics, all of which attracted applause.
This good place is conveniently the Song Dynasty version of the commercial pedestrian street - Xiangguo Temple.
