Chu Qing believed that any man would feel dwarfed by Tao Ruolin.
It's not that he has low self-esteem. In fact, he is still a trustworthy man. The main reason is that Tao Ruolin is too good.
Kind, smart, long legs, long legs, and even longer legs. The most important thing is that Chu Qing still has to walk on crutches. He can't help but feel a little guilty in his heart, when will his legs be able to move smoothly and not really fall down? Be disabled.
Seeing that it was night, everyone was still busy. Tao Ruolin didn't know where she had gone with a group of villagers. Chu Qing yawned and returned to the Chu Mansion. Before leaving, he asked Jiang Yuesheng to look at Nangong Ping. He always felt that Nangong Ping was... The long and straight hair is squinting.
Jiang Yuesheng didn't notice that Nangong Ping was squinting, but he felt that Chu Qing's eyes were not serious when he looked at Tao Ruolin.
There are so many merchants and shops in the capital, and it is not possible to deal with them overnight. Seeing Chu Qing leave, Changxian also entered the sedan and returned to the palace.
Chang's second brother is living a fulfilling life every day now. He works as a bitch for Chu Qing during the day and returns to the palace at night to share his bitch experience with his eldest brother.
Chu Qing had no idea that the little prince who once called Master Chu while lying on the bed thinking he was about to die soon, now the two words mentioned most often in the palace every day were "Master Chu", as if it was not his younger brother who came out of the palace every day. But he is average.
As soon as Changxian entered the palace gate, the eunuch guarding the door said that the emperor wanted to summon him. Changxian did not dare to delay, so he got off the sedan and ran all the way to Jingyi Hall.
At this time in the Jingyi Hall, Huang Laosi was impatient, not waiting for Changxian, but for Sun An.
The fourth child was pacing back and forth in the Jingyi Hall, and Sun An ran in.
"Come, come, Your Majesty, bring it."
Sun An was holding a book in his hand, which smelled of ink.
Huang Laosi quickly stepped forward and grabbed the book: "Which one?"
"It's new. Ten days ago, Mr. Chu was in the south of the city talking to booksellers in the capital. It was just copied into a book today."
Huang Laosi sat back on the desk with the book in hand, took a deep breath, as if he were about to make a pilgrimage, and then turned to the first page: "Big Baldy?"
"No, no, no, the old slave asked, is it a new story?"
"New story?"
Huang Laosi was a little unhappy. What's this? Even if the big bald man is finished, he will just start a new book. Is it shameful?
"Can the bookseller mention when the story of the Bald Man will be copied?"
"The bookseller said it was gone."
"No more. We just talked about the battle with the three double-bonus red sticks in Shituoling. What's next?" Huang Laosi frowned and looked at Sun An: "The rest is just gone?"
Sun An grinned.
If it’s gone, it’s gone. Why are you looking at me?
Seeing Huang Laosi very unhappy, Sun An quickly said: "Your Majesty, I asked specifically. You must like the new story. It is a story about the battle."
"Battle formation?" Huang Laosi was indeed interested.
"Yes, it's about a fierce general named Yunlong. On his wedding night, his wife was kidnapped by the Ying people in the East China Sea. General Yunlong took his subordinate Hu Ben to rescue her."
"Oh?" Huang Laosi's eyes shone: "It's actually about the East China Sea. What's the name of the story?"
"The bloody battle in Ping'an County breaks the soul of Italy."
"Who is Yi Dali?"
"It's an artifact. It's said to be a Mohist organ. It's very domineering and can breathe fire. The old slave didn't know the details. The bookseller told me that the story made me excited. I wanted to abandon my pen and join the army on a warship in the East China Sea to kill the enemy. Yingzhou Island.”
Huang Laosi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Although the Ying people have repeatedly invaded the East China Sea, they have not started a war. This Chu Qing is also messing around and talking uncontrollably."
"It's just a story, why should your Majesty take it seriously?"
"That's true, okay, then I'll take a good look..."
Before Huang Laosi could finish speaking, a young eunuch walked in: "Your Majesty, King Langya wants to see you."
Huang Laosi looked unhappy: "Pass."
After a busy day, the emperor hoped that this would make his body and mind happy. He wanted to relax and relax before going to the Taowu Palace to fight against the eight double red sticks in the harem.
After Chang Lao Er walked in, he prostrated himself on the ground: "My son..."
Huang Laosi waved his hand and interrupted: "Pingshen, I ask you, did Chu Qing and Ma Rui discuss the regulations to purge the merchants in the capital today?"
Changxian stood up and replied honestly: "When I left Beishi, Master Chu had already ordered a total of thirty-seven merchants to pay their taxes and debits within three days."
"They took action today, or thirty-seven families?"
Huang Laosi frowned like Sanji, frowning, and asked coldly: "Then how much tax money do these thirty-seven merchants need to pay?"
"My son, I don't know."
Huang Laosi looked a little dissatisfied.
Originally, he didn't expect to get much money from the merchants in Beijing. He just heard Ma Ruiyi say that the merchants were so rampant, so he wanted to rectify it.
As a result, Chu Qing took action this afternoon, and it was over very quickly. He found thirty-seven companies in a huge amount of time, so you can imagine how much fooling around he was.
"I don't know this or that, so what do you know?"
"My son, I only know that Master Chu said that the richest people in the capital are the merchants."
"It's a joke." Huang Laosi was not in the mood to watch Italy. He said sternly: "Even south of the Weijiang River, the richest place, the tax is ten, and the commercial tax is at most one or two. The same is true for the capital."
After all, he was his son, and he had to correct this common sense mistake.
A trace of hesitation flashed across Changxian's face, and he gritted his teeth: "I beg to differ."
"Oh shit." Huang Laosi was so angry that he laughed. This was the first time that the second child refuted him.
Changxian raised his head and looked at Huang Laosi, with a strange expression on his face: "Father, I dare to ask, what do these four words mean? In the past, Master Chu always mentioned these four words."
Huang Laosi blushed. Not to mention, he also learned from Chu Qing.
When the Taowu Palace was being renovated, although he didn't understand what these four words meant, when Chu Qing said these four words, his face was very contemptuous, and his expression was also very contemptuous.
Although Huang Laosi didn't know what these four words meant, he felt that they had a certain meaning, expressing contempt, disdain, and contempt.
Without mentioning this issue, Huang Laosi raised his eyebrows and asked: "I don't agree, so tell me why you don't agree."
"My son was puzzled by his father's behavior at first, so he asked Master Chu that although merchants earned money and food, the imperial court had to draw two out of ten, and scholars, farmers, workers, and merchants were ranked at the bottom, and the imperial court was more focused on agriculture. Yi Shang, on weekdays, does not show his wealth, even some big shopkeepers wear commoners, and even if they have a small amount of wealth, there are not many wealthy businessmen."
Huang Laosi nodded slightly: "Yes, there are wealthy businessmen, but not many. Among a hundred people, they can only be counted on one finger. I heard that many businessmen went bankrupt if they were not careful."
"No, Master Chu said, since merchants can't make much money, why do all the civil and military officials in the dynasty let their family members go into business."
A trace of confusion flashed across Huang Laosi's face: "Go on."
"The courtiers cry about poverty every day, fearing that others will know that they have great wealth. In fact, this is not the case. Every family has a shop and a caravan. Chu division calls them scholars and merchants, that is, merchants who are involved with officials in the capital. These Most of the merchants are in the capital, and most of the wealth in the capital is in the hands of these merchants."
Huang Laosi was deep in thought, neither refuting nor agreeing.
In business, there is no guarantee of profit without loss, so in Huang Laosi's eyes, doing business is a risky business. You can make money, but you can lose everything in the blink of an eye.
So this also created an illusion for him. It is true that merchants are rich, but there should not be many particularly wealthy merchants.
But after what Changxian said, if most of the merchants in the capital were related to the courtiers, and there was a hint of collusion between officials and businessmen, wouldn't it mean that they would make sure profits without losing money?
Since profits are guaranteed, there should indeed be many merchants who have accumulated huge wealth. But is this wealth really controlled by those merchants?
Huang Laosi shook his head.
What Changxian said is right or wrong. It is not the merchants who are rich, but the officials and aristocratic families.
"Go and have a rest. Tell Chu Qing that you just need to do your errands well and don't cause any trouble."
Changxian responded and resigned.
Huang Laosi fell into deep thought again, still not optimistic about this matter.
If you want to get money from merchants, what is the difference between taking money from the pockets of courtiers?
Raising his head to look at Sun An, Huang Laosi asked: "If I issue an imperial edict and order Chu Qing to investigate the corrupt courtiers in the capital, and let him offend all the courtiers, will Chu Qing accept it?"
Sun An nodded.
Yes, it can rob your life.
