The ship stopped and could not get ashore immediately. He had to wait for the officials of the Sanshi Division to come and count the gold and silver into the warehouse.

But many people were surrounded by the shore.

The most popular person last year was not Fan Zhongyan. He did a good job in Jiangdong. It can be said that no one except Fan Zhongyan did better. He had the courage and fairness, and he did not have the ability to govern the government. He had the ability to govern the government without the qualifications. He did not have the qualifications to govern the water conservancy industry.

All three are ready, not Zhang Xia, nor Zheng Lang.

However, after all, it was not the first pot opened by Fan Zhongyan. Of course, Fan Zhongyan was broad-minded and would not care about it.

It was not Han Qi. Last year, Han Qi made more than a dozen critical memorials, and was adopted by Zhao Zhen to write to the whole world, and dealt with the major case in Hangzhou. After arriving in Lizhou, he won praise from the Sichuan disaster victims.

But it's still not as good as Zheng Lang.

It has nothing to do with achievements. Zheng Lang’s actions in Hangzhou were too magical. The Doctrine of the Mean gave him a good foundation. This is the true Confucian master. The Doctrine of the Mean is not enough. There were also some knowledgeable Confucian scholars in the Song Dynasty. Overseas minerals proved that Zheng Lang’s study of matter was not magical enough.

The most amazing thing is the Chongyang Buddha Discrimination Conference. Some people who are interested in doing the statistics were made. Within three days, Zheng Lang and 87 monks made a distinction, and they all won, and they also used Buddhist scriptures to distinguish them. In fact, there were not many eminent monks who participated in the conference except Hangzhou. Otherwise, Zheng Lang would not be so relaxed. This was not easy.

But no one crossed the lake and the Double Ninth Festival had all the deeds that were magical on the first night.

Some people also know that it is a study of matter, but how can people stand on lotus leaves and not sink into the water? Even if the four Vajras are made of wood, how can they rise to the sky? They pull a huge curtain and sprinkle copper-plated iron sheets and petals on the ground. It seems that there are still people talking in the air.

How did you do it? I can’t understand it, I can only say that others have good knowledge. The smallest big three-yuan in history is indeed not an ordinary person.

Hearing that Zheng Lang went to Beijing, he rushed to watch the fun together.

After a while, Yan Shu trotted all the way.

Short of money.

So he served as the envoy of the Third Division last year. He asked the abolition of the internal ministers to supervise the troops. He did not use the formation map to teach the generals, and recruited archers to teach them to prepare for battle. He did not use the formation map to teach the generals, which was to punish the fault of Chanyuan. Don't set up the formation. When the formation was set up, Mu Guiying had already bypassed the Tianmen Formation and broke through Youzhou. That was the Romance of the Khitans, and the Khitans could not be so stupid. The formation of Song Zhenzong was really stupid. This was military. He also asked to leave the palace to help the border expenses. All those who earned money from other departments reported to stop and return the branch. This was to make money.

When the war came, Yan Shu took over the Three Envoys, and was so hard that he could no longer be more miserable.

When he heard that Zheng Lang had arrived with gold and silver, he immediately trotted over to greet him in person.

"I've met Mr. Yan," Zheng Lang gave a salute.

"You're welcome, let's start."

"good."

Under the care of the soldiers, the officials opened a box of gold and silver, and Yan Shu's face was filled with joy. It was not a small amount. More than one million gold and silver could solve the urgent problem. Then he asked in a low voice: "How about those copper mines after this autumn?"

"In addition to the job of the Syrian position, I have several other things to ask His Majesty for approval, one is to put the sugar workshop."

"Okay, it should be put away." Yan Shu laughed loudly regardless of his style.

Once you put it aside and sell the deeds, the court can get a lot of money.

Zheng Lang continued: "I heard that someone asked the Ping An Supervision Commission to release the shares before releasing this. This cannot be released for the time being. It is best to wait for the copper to be shipped back. It is best to put it on at that time..."

The court was crazy about money and made a decision to buy 360% of Ping An Jian Cong stocks. But at this time, the price of selling was not high. The part of Hangzhou's stocks sold low, which made Zheng Lang feel a little heartbroken. It would be better to keep it. The court controlled many stocks, and can also get more profits every year. In short, when the stocks of Ping An Jian's stocks are released, you must wait until after autumn.

I informed Yan Shu in advance.

Yan Shu is not the prime minister now, but his connections are still there, and he keeps his word in the court, and the country's treasury is under the jurisdiction of the Three Envoys. Therefore, Yan Shu needs support. Yan Shu is silent, and Zheng Lang said again: "Grandpa Yan, the war with the people of Xixia cannot end in one or two years."

The vision is still long-term.

"Okay, I'll discuss with you guys again after I go back and I'll give you an answer."

"There is one more thing, it's tea."

"tea?"

"Hangzhou's sea trade has increased, and most of the local teas are transferred overseas. According to normal procedures, it must be shipped to Haizhou before returning to the Maritime Bureau. Although I have made some changes in Hangzhou to save this procedure, it is a way to make changes. I will leave Hangzhou sooner or later. Once the new magistrate does not know how to make changes, or does not have a fair mind to make money, it will become a bad policy. This time I borrowed the opportunity to work in Beijing and wanted to ask the three corporations to allow the business laws to be made in Hangzhou."

This requirement is not difficult.

The reason why the Song Dynasty was rich was the result of making money. Some officials were very smart and knew how to adapt. For example, salt. The salt laws in different places were different. There were Khitan salt in Hebei, so the commercial law was implemented to control Khitan salt to have an impact on Hebei salt. The difficulty was the distribution of interests.

"I can't make the decision alone, so I have to discuss with you guys after I go back." Fu Bi changed his voice and asked, "How much production will there be for those copper ores?"

"I can't answer, but it won't be low," Zheng Lang said. The first three copper mines were found, and by Dongyue, the other two copper mines were found. The bad news did not come from the sea, but fought many times with the local indigenous people, sacrificing more than 200 soldiers. Even the cannibals were found.

Soldiers and miners were sent over one after another.

These copper ores are giant copper ores, but they are porphyry copper ores with very low copper content. If you want to mine, you must have a large number of people. The main source of these personnel is only obtained from the local area. Zheng Lang instructed relevant officials and the newly appointed Nanhai chief Zu Zhongru, the imperial court's newly appointed Nanhai chief, to not be confined to mud. He understands the meaning of the words.

But the output in the first year may not be ideal, so he said: "Mr. Yan, if you want to be good, it may be the next year, the next year. However, after this autumn, I will send some people to find other minerals, which are no less than the previous mines. But if you want to alleviate the gap between gold, silver, copper and iron, it will take at least ten years. This is not urgent."

Zheng Lang is not anxious, Yan Shu is anxious. Ten years later, he is no longer in the third envoy's office. Now he is in office, but he is seriously short of money. But he is helpless and can only sigh: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Did it work? Could it be that I was the governor of Hangzhou at the age of twelve? Can anyone convince me? I couldn't say it. I said, "I was young at that time and didn't have this knowledge."

"This is a good subject. You have to write it out."

"It must. As long as I have time, I will take time to write it out." Zheng Lang agreed without hesitation. He really can't find and calculate the knowledge of minerals accurately. He may take this opportunity to impart some basic science knowledge. Because of the matter of mine, someone will pay attention to it. Some people will learn it. This promotion is no less than the victory of the Northwest Battle. He also said: "Yan Xianggong. Wealth refers to the property created by the country. It does not refer to gold, silver, copper and iron. The output of metal exceeds wealth and the market value will also decline. It's good if it's enough."

It is difficult for Zheng Lang to explain this thing clearly. After all, he was not an economist in his previous life, so he could only say that his understanding of capital was more than that of the people of the Song Dynasty.

The officials had already counted the number, and Fu Bi said, "Take time to go to our mansion to talk."

At this time, Zheng Lang could also be on par with bigwigs like Fu Bi, with good achievements and good knowledge. His only knowledge was his qualifications. Zheng Lang said: "It must."

Fu Bi would go without invitation, but he would go there. Who told him that he is now the Sansi Envoy?

Seeing them leaving, Zheng Lang's family came to Yanji Inn again. This time, they might have to stay for a long time, but it came in time, and happened to be on the Lantern Festival. When they arrived at Yanji Inn, they had two cross-yards. Cui Xian and four wives and concubines wanted to go back to their parents' home, but Zheng Lang could not go back to Zhengzhou, so he had to take several mothers over to talk about his family affection.

Manager Yan followed behind with great gratitude and personally handled Zheng Lang.

Then he looked at his grandson and said, "Rong'er, you want to visit Mr. Chen."

It's human nature.

But Manager Yan suddenly sighed.

"Shopkeeper Yan, why did you sigh?" Jiang Xing'er asked curiously.

Although Yan's family is rich, it is not because of good luck. If you let your grandson learn from her husband, you will never be able to reach Chen Zhizhong's in-laws again. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

"Rong'er is too fat." Yan said worriedly. The two families have been engaged, but their grandson has not been in the imperial examination and has not been on the high school list. The Chen family will not let their daughter pass through the Yan family. This marriage is a bit difficult to say. Today is the first time that the grandson has visited Yan's mansion. If Chen Zhizhong's daughter looks down on his grandson, the marriage will also change.

Cui Xian smiled at the side: "Shopkeeper Yan, don't worry, Yan Rong is so obedient, his daughter is not good and has bad morals, Yan Rong may not be able to take a fancy to his daughter. So what about my husband? He is not an official who is a human being!"

Manager Yan didn't say anything, thinking to your heart that it would be a matter of time for your officials to be prime ministers, but for others, how many people dare to say that they must be prime ministers.

But Zheng Lang also said, "Don't worry."

Yan Rong is a little fat, but after following him, not only has he improved his knowledge in recent years, but he has also seen many strong storms and strong storms. His demeanor is not something that other men can catch up with. With Chen Zhizhong's eyes, he will definitely be attracted by it at a glance.

Zheng Lang was worried that Yan Rong was much worse than Sima Guang and Wang Anshi. Next year it was the autumn examination, and Zheng Lang would not worry about the provincial examination the following year. He was not worried about the provincial examination the following year. He was not anxious, but because he had to join this marriage, he had to let Yan Rong take the provincial examination several years in advance. With Yan Rong's knowledge, Zheng Lang was not sure whether he could successfully pass the provincial examination and palace examination.

This kind of thought can only be kept in my heart and cannot be said.

After packing up, I was about to hand over to the Secretariat. As soon as I was about to set off, Xiaohuangmen came to the door and said that Zhao Zhen invited him to the palace.

All the guests in the inn smiled knowingly.

As soon as Zheng Lang returned to Beijing, he was invited to the palace. As before, the holy favor was still there. Zheng Lang himself had no other ideas, so he went to the palace and became familiar with it.

Under the leadership of Xiaohuangmen, Zheng Lang entered the palace.

I happened to see Zhao Zhen accompanying a beautiful woman and a palace maid holding two little babies.

It may be Concubine Miao, it may not be. Zhao Zhen was sitting in the middle, but Zheng Lang had grown up and needed to avoid it. He immediately retreated to the gate of the hall and said loudly: "I will meet your Majesty."

Zhao Zhen laughed and said, "You have come in, why bother to quit."

"Here." Zheng Lang thought to himself, if you don't want me to avoid suspicion, I'm still afraid of a ball, so he stepped in.

Zhao Zhen stood in front of Zheng Lang and looked carefully.

It’s not like Zheng Lang thought, Zhao Zhen was a very nostalgic person. Moreover, Zheng Lang did a good job in the place, and was afraid of quarrels and not in the capital, but Zhao Zhen regarded it as indifferent. He was afraid that others would be jealous, so he repeatedly refused to agree to the official position. He could also be regarded as noble and generous. Zheng Lang was really satisfied with the wealth and honor. This is a typical otaku mentality left in his previous life. Little wealth is at ease.

So in Zhao Zhi's mind, Zheng Lang has a high status.

He looked at it and said, "Zheng Qing, you have grown taller again, similar to my size."

"Your Majesty. People cannot determine their height by their height. Your Majesty's generous and kindness will always be extremely tall in my heart. I am willing to be your Majesty's husband Yan Zi."

"It's so wronged to be your husband. I want you to be my Yan Zi."

"Yan Zi would better not do it. I am not wise enough. Otherwise, I would be willing to be Your Majesty Zhuge Wuhou."

"Duke Zhuang of Qi was killed because of his bad moral character. He should not be with Tang Jiang..." Concubine Miao sat here, Zhao Zhen did not say anything about the word "an affair" and continued: "His murder has nothing to do with Duke Jing of Qi. Yan Zi was involved in Duke Jing of Qi for the country and the people, and there was no fault."

This is what a generous person thinks.

Zheng Lang didn't know how to say it. He glanced at the beautiful young woman beside him, and Zhao Zhen took the initiative to introduce him, saying: "She is my Concubine Miao."

Zheng Lang sees you again.

Then Zhao Zhen said again: "This is my eldest daughter, Princess Fukang, and he is my prince, Prince E."

"I have met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Princess," Zheng Lang was helpless. They didn't understand what he said, but they had to see it.

However, after Zheng Lang swept over the King of E, a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

It’s not that Zhao Zhen was unable to have children. His harem gave birth to three sons and thirteen daughters for him. But for some reason, most of them died at a young age. It has nothing to do with conspiracy. Not only did the three sons not grow up, but his daughter was the same, with the survival rate reaching only 20% or 30%.

In order to seek a child, Zhao Zhen once worshipped the statue of the Red Emperor in the palace, praying day and night to seek the imperial heir. It was not until the fourth year of Jingyou that Yu Meiren in the harem gave birth to a son, but he did not survive. Last autumn, Concubine Miao gave birth to another child for him. Zhao Zhen was overjoyed and personally named Xin for the precious son, which means "when the sun is about to rise", and sent the political affairs officer Wang Tao to the Tailao to report to the temple to Gao Ji (a suburb sacrifice, worshiping the gods who manage marriage and childbirth).

But Zheng Lang glanced at it and found that the child was as thin as a small bamboo pole. Before he died, he had a premature death.
To be continued...