When Fang Jifan walked out of the Daming Palace alone, he seemed to be dreaming. Novel.

The emperor's heart is hard to predict, but the routine is too deep.

As for the little scholar Zhu, Fang Jifan was not willing to know.

After all... it is natural for me to beat my son.

Just like Fang Jifan sometimes doesn't like him, he also wants to take Fang Zhengqing out and beat him up.

Life is so stressful, isn’t it just for beating a son?

Only men who start a family and have children can understand this feeling.

Fang Jifan took his hands behind his back and got on the carriage and left quickly, leaving a little further away from this place of failure.

...

A philosopher once said: I need three things: love, friendship and books. However, these three are so connected! The passionate love can enrich the content of books, and books are people's most loyal friends.

But what Fang Jifan needed was silver.

People who need love, friendship and books are often selfish people, and all their worldviews come from their own needs.

Fang Jifan was different from these self-sage philosophers. What he inherited was the thoughts of Confucius.

Although many of the knowledge of Confucius was interpreted in various ways and eventually decayed, the essence of his thoughts was still rooted in the hearts of every generation in the next two thousand years: family, country, and world!

Fang Jifan needed money, not because he wanted to be a good person. What he wanted was a place where his descendants could live and work in peace and contentment.

A person who wants to use his thoughts to help the world may just want to use his thoughts to exchange for the money and power in your hands with you.

Just as the colonists love to give you holy spirits, but seize your land.

Fang Jifan is not such a person. Only those who use wealth to help the world are truly pure people, and a person who is free from low-level interests.

Because of how sweet words are packaged, what is the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality disguised as, after all, what people need is nothing more than eating and drinking.

In the starving and extremely poor place where people are starving and full of shocking poverty, those who can still claim to be a humble gentleman and promote the so-called great way are like a white lotus in the mud. Although the white lotus is white and blooming, it is holy and uninvasive from a distance, but in fact, its roots absorb nutrients from the mud.

Fang Jifan is a good person.

He can't stand the poor.

But now, the price of pig iron has soared to ten times.

The loss of weapons in the arsenal even stimulated the market, and everyone... went crazy.

These crazy people are like flies. Now, even if it is ten times the price, no one will be willing to sell pig iron.

Steel workshops are rising from the ground, but the supply of pig iron is still in short supply.

Wang Jinyuan was in a panic and searched for sources of pig iron.

Even... many people's homes have begun to search for old pots at home, and even search for any iron-containing stuff everywhere, hoping to sell it to people who buy pig iron.

Merchants are beneficial, but naturally they also have a harmful side.

The court was already vibrating.

Although the case of the Arsenal was still scary, the shortage of pig iron suddenly made the Ming Dynasty, which was originally stable, reaching the point of being too short of iron tools like the Tatars.

A call for placing merchants has begun.

The merchants also showed the short-sighted side of the merchants.

Even though I know that I have to rush and kill in the temple, I still have to stock up on this guy. This is ten times or twenty times the profit, which is enough to make anyone risk beheading.

...

Emperor Hongzhi felt more and more worried about this.

Today, Zhu Houzhao suddenly became much more honest. Today, he actually came to kneel here obediently, looking like a domesticated monkey. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a cultural and stylistic development in this world. Zhu Houzhao didn't know that monkeys would become a master and establish a sect in hundreds of years.

The Hanlin people each sat down. Before the talk was started, the Hanlin people stood up: "Your Majesty, now pig iron has reached a priceless point. Will the people use stone tools to cultivate and sow seeds in the future? The government army cannot fight with stones. I heard that many eunuchs guarding have colluded with merchants and secretly hoarded pig iron... I don't know that Your Majesty has heard of this."

Emperor Hongzhi was silent.

The four-month agreement is already very close.

He glanced at Zhu Houzhao, who buried his head, looked respectful and did not dare to show off his vigor.

This makes Emperor Hongzhi feel comfortable.

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "I am also worried about this."

The Hanlin people talked: "Your Majesty, the merchants are stocking up on goods, and their sins are endless, so..."

"It's better to order the merchants to surrender pig iron first..."

Emperor Hongzhi saw the indignation of the crowd and his eyes were wandering. In the Hanlin, Liu Jie and others remained silent. These were the Jinshis who were taken by Xishan Academy, and they kept silent about this.

There was one person who was also calm. Emperor Hongzhi couldn't remember who this person was...

This person...is not from Xishan Academy, so he has no impression.

He glanced at the man deeply: "Who is this Qing family?"

He pointed his finger at the silent Wang Bushi in the crowd.

Wang Bushi was in the Hanlin Academy and was originally a transparent person. He didn't expect that His Majesty would actually order himself today.

He was surprised, and couldn't help but think, yes, he should be like everyone else, full of righteous indignation, just now he was only calculating profit gains and losses, thinking about using the new city house to pay for it and preparing money to buy the old city, but he didn't expect...

He hurriedly bit the bullet and went out to work, saying, "The ministers and kings will not serve."

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but murmur: "Wang Bushi... Wang Bushi... he actually feels familiar..."

After a long time, Emperor Hongzhi's eyes lit up: "Are you the scum in the world?"

"Hahaha..." Zhu Houzhao couldn't help laughing. Then, when he saw his father looking over coldly, Zhu Houzhao immediately fell silent and lowered his head.

Other Hanlins couldn't help laughing.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly felt annoyed. This is really not a swear word. It is really a name that is too familiar. When I thought about it hard, I remembered that the scumbag in the world did not serve, and I blurted out...

Wang Bushi actually had no joy or anger on his face.

Actually...he is used to it.

Over the past six or seven years, he has gone from anger to sadness. After that, he has experienced countless times of shame, hoping to find a crack in the ground, slowly, but gradually becomes numb.

He said seriously: "I am the scumbag in the world who will not be a vain!"

Emperor Hongzhi seemed a little ashamed, but when he saw him calm, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times: "I just saw all the suggestions from you, but the Qing family was calm. Why, what different ideas do you have in your family?"

Wang Bushi shook his head: "I am discussing the words of the public."

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Wang is not a good man, do you dare to deceive the king and lose his superiors?"

"This..." Wang Bushi had to bite the bullet: "But I also have some different opinions."

Wang Bushi said, subconsciously glanced at Liu Wenshan.

Liu Wenshan is the most embarrassing among the Hanlin community. His views are almost the opposite of most of his colleagues. If it weren't for his mentor Fang Jifan, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Wang Bushi immediately said: "I think the price of pig iron will soon fall."

"What?" Emperor Hongzhi looked at Wang Bushi in shock.

When Zhu Hanlin heard this, he was stunned and couldn't help looking at Wang Bushi.

Is this Wang Bushi crazy?

He is ordinary on weekdays and has never had any exaggerated words, but today...

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "You keep talking."

"This is a relationship between supply and demand. Once supply and demand are imbalanced, it will naturally lead to a surge in pig iron... But... there is an invisible hand in the market..." Wang Bushi was already sweating profusely.

He felt that he was getting deeper and deeper and was about to end.

At first he said he would discuss with the Lords, but Your Majesty clearly saw that he did not agree with the Lords.

Therefore, if you tell a lie, it is the crime of deceiving the king.

Since he did not dare to deceive the emperor, he had to express his inner thoughts.

But how do you interpret your own other ideas?

In the end, the words used in the wealth theory of the country blurted out.

Liu Wenshan was stunned and looked at Wang Bushi incredibly.

The other Hanlin people were also shocked.

Supply and demand, market, invisible hands...

These words... are very familiar, why are they similar to Liu Wenshan?

Wang Bushi... You have changed, and you have become no longer recognized.

The hall seemed very quiet...

Emperor Hongzhi was also speechless. Why did Wang Bushi start to learn to speak out?

Because of these words, Fang Jifan said, Liu Wenshan said, now... a Wang Bushi is like this.

Wang Bushi was sweating profusely, his back was soaked, and he had to bite the bullet and said, "So I was thinking that this invisible hand would inevitably trigger merchants to search for sources of goods everywhere. The market has its lag. Therefore, pig iron continues to rise, with prices but no market, but once... once a continuous supply of goods begins to replenish the market, the situation with prices but no market will first change, and then the price of pig iron will return to its position. I think that in this month, pig iron may experience a plunge, and in the end, the price will stabilize at two to three times the price at the beginning of the year. This is a reasonable price. After that, the market may fluctuate, but these fluctuations... are generally acceptable..."

Emperor Hongzhi took a breath of cold air, and Wang Bushi's voice trembled a little.

Wang Bushi knew that he was finished.

The last bit of fame was gone. Now he was thinking about the old city wholeheartedly, and his feet were revealed. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and he crawled. He had to walk all the way to the dark and continue to express his thoughts.

"Wang Bushi!" Someone said angrily: "What book do you read all day long?"

A Hanlin roared in anger.

Many Hanlin people did not even resent Liu Wenshan because Fang Jifan's disciples had any expectations.

But what they hate the most is a betrayer like Wang Bushi. Traitors are ten thousand times more hateful than enemies.
Chapter completed!