MTL - My Brother-in-law is the Prince-Chapter 67 the truth

  Chapter 67 The Truth

  Zhu Di took a deep breath when he heard this: "The so-called four people are you two, plus Zhang Anshi and Qiu Song?" "No, Qiu Song is not, he joined the group half way."

   "Who is the other person?"

   "I don't know."

  Zhu Di snapped his eyes: "Didn't Zhang Anshi say?"

   "He said that there was a man, he was his elder brother. He said that this man is very powerful, but he is serious about everything, has a weird temper, and... his mouth is not clean..."

   "What else?" Zhu Di was breathing more and more heavily, could this...could it be me?

   "What else?" Zhu Yong read, frowning for a while, as if trying to remember something.

  Zhu Yong thought for a while, and finally said: "He said that brother has a soft spot for eating shit."

  Zhu Di's body trembled, silkworm eyebrows raised: "Fuck it, he started spreading rumors and causing trouble again!"

  Zhu Yong was startled, and curled up hastily again.

  Zhu Di took a deep breath. He felt that he was very unmannered when he scolded his mother, not to mention...it was a teenager.

   "That dude...how much of this deal did he take advantage of?"

  Zhu Yong said: "Half of it. I also find it puzzling, but brother... No, Zhang Anshi said that it is a matter of being entrusted by others and being loyal to others."

  Zhu Di opened his eyes slightly, looked at him with piercing eyes and said, "Is it the business on the pier?"

  In an instant, Zhu Di realized that he was really wrong to blame Marquis Wu'an, and Marquis Wu'an was really wronged through the ages.

  He suddenly remembered that Zhang Anshi had asked him his name. In order to perfuse Zhang Anshi, he casually pronounced the name of Marquis Wu An.

  At that time, Zhu Di was only on the spur of the moment, just perfunctory, and didn't take it seriously. This matter has long been forgotten.

  But now he knows that Marquis Wu An is himself.

"yes."

Zhu Di's eyes widened, and his breathing began to be rough: "Doesn't this mean...doesn't it mean...that month there were 30,000 taels of pure profit trading...a year was nearly 400,000 taels of silver, and if you took half of it, it would be 200,000 Two real gold and silver?"

   This is definitely a very scary number.

  The Ming Dynasty established the country with agriculture, and the main tax was the land tax, and the grain tax was collected.

  It can be real money... In fact, the annual income is very low, which is why both the emperor Gao and Zhu Di chose to keep printing banknotes of the Ming Dynasty to solve the problem.

  Then the annual revenue of 200,000 taels of silver is not much in the national treasury, but what if it is domestic money?

  The national treasury is the income of the country, and it is difficult for the emperor to embezzle it, but the internal funds are the income of the royal family, which Zhu Di can use!

  If this money is charged into internal funds, then it is definitely an astronomical sum.

  Zhu Yong thought for a while and said: "Thirty thousand taels? This... minister is only in charge of beating people, and he doesn't know anything about business, my father..."

   "Your father also knows?" Zhu Di was taken aback, but soon, he remembered something: "At the beginning your father came to see me and said Zhang Anshi... By the way, no wonder your father has not heard from you since then, this old fox!"

   "Ah...this..." Zhu Yong opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.

  But now, Zhu Di didn't care about this. He stood up and pressed on step by step: "You continue to talk."

   "I don't know, I can only ask my elder brother. My elder brother knows everything about astronomy and geography."

  Zhu Di calmed down a little, glanced at Zhu Yong with a look of disgust, and said with a stern face: "You three, are you guilty?"

  Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu hurriedly said: "Convicted."

  Qiu Song tilted his head and thought for a while, sniffed his nose and said, "Convicted!"

  Zhu Di said: "Then reflect on it for a few more days, hum!"

   After finishing speaking, he walked away quickly with his hands behind his back.

  Out of the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Yi Shiha and dozens of guards and wardens are waiting here. When they see Zhu Di, they will salute.

  Zhu Di said: "There is no need to do this, prepare your horse."

  Yi Shiha stepped forward and said softly: "Your Majesty...this is..."

  Zhu Di said: "Go to the pier, which is the pier of the Confucius Temple."

   "Your Majesty." Yi Shiha was rather worried: "It's getting late."

  Zhu Di waited for the guard to fetch the horse, turned over with ease, straddled the tall horse, and looked down at Yishiha: "No matter how late it is, I have to go."

   After finishing speaking, he rode away first.

  Yi Shiha didn't dare to be negligent, so he and other attendants got on their horses and headed towards the Confucius Temple.

  ...

  Confucius Temple Wharf is here.

  At this time, there are still many pedestrians, there are merchants coming and going, there are feet to carry goods, there are subordinates to maintain order, and occasionally there are a few cries of children.

  Occasionally there are monks and Taoists passing by, or scholars on the road. Monks and Taoists often have gentle faces, not surprised by favor or disgrace, while most of the scholars wearing Lunjin Confucian shirts are full of ambition.

  Of course there are more ordinary people, either barefoot or wearing cloth shoes, they are in a hurry and look nervous.

   It is a small two-story building next to the Confucius Temple Pier.

   This place has been leased by Zhang Anshi, and the plaque of "Brother Ship Industry" has been stamped.

  Zhang Anshi is the most loyal. He will always talk about his brother and keep it in his heart. It is this signboard that is also named after his brother.

   This is to let myself inherit the behest of the three brothers at all times, no, inherit their spirit, and live well.

  At this time, there was a lot of voices in this brother's shipping industry.

  All the men took dustpans and baskets, gathered up the mountains of copper coins and scraps of silver, and then seven or eight accounting rooms began to settle accounts, and then put the money into the warehouse.

  The most inconvenient thing in ancient times was the currency issue.

  Of course, it is not without convenient currency, such as treasure notes, but... no one dares to care about it.

   Therefore, depositing money into the treasury, recording and disbursing money are Zhang Anshi's biggest headaches.

  Zhang Anshi has been here for a full day. At this time, the sun is setting and the sunset is like a fire, burning half of the sky red, but Zhang Anshi still dare not leave, because he is not at ease if the money is not fully settled and put into the warehouse.

  This is all the profits in the past month, if you don’t focus on how it will be done.

  He lamented in his heart, if his brothers were here, the three culprits would only have to stand here coldly, which accountant and clerk would dare to hide money secretly?

   It happened that the brothers ate their meals in prison, and now I am the only one watching here.

   Copper coins one by one are sprung up with straw ropes, and a thousand coins are consistent.

  All the silver scraps are put on the scale and the quantity is recorded.

  Afterwards, the silver must be re-smelted into ingots and then sealed.

  Many of the accountants hired were found by Zhu Jin with help. There was no way, and suddenly large-scale settlements occurred. Zhang Anshi lacked experience in this area, so he had to entrust Zhu Jin.

  Anyway, Zhu Jin saw him now, just like a mouse saw a cat and made money from him, and felt unable to sleep at night, Zhang Anshi felt relieved about this man.

  He sat on a chair and pretended to drink tea, but in fact he carefully observed everyone here to prevent someone from hiding money secretly.

   Just then, there was a rush of horseshoes outside.

Da da da…

Da da da…

   The sound of hooves stopped.

   Immediately, someone fell off the horse, followed by hurried steps.

   A moment later, a person appeared at the gate like a hill!

   Who is not Zhu Di?

  Zhu Di looked forward and entered the small building.

   Zhang Anshi saw that his legs began to weaken again.

   I don't know where the problem came from, but now I see Zhu Di's legs are weak.

   "See... seen..."

  Zhu Di narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhang Anshi, and immediately asked, "Have you seen Lord Ben?"

   Zhang Anshi suddenly realized, and immediately said with a smile: "Marquis Wu'an?"

  Zhu Di nodded.

  The three characters of Marquis Wu'an still made the staff and accountants in the building raise their heads in surprise and sneak a glance at them.

  These people are the generation of three religions and nine streams. Of course, they know that the owner of Brother Ship Industry is definitely not simple, but they never expected that they are actually a marquis.

  In the minds of many people, this is an existence that is so high that they will never be able to cling to it in their entire lives.

Zhang Anshi immediately became courteous, and began to circle around Zhu Di: "Come on, Master Hou... you drink tea, oh, Master Hou, your body is really healthy. When I was sitting here, I was still thinking, why my eyes are always jumping , don't you want to meet a nobleman? In a blink of an eye...you are here."

  Zhu Di: "..."

  Thinking that Zhang Anshi was so powerful not long ago, he frequently scolded himself, and in a blink of an eye, he looked pitiful again, Zhu Di took a deep breath and said, "Half of this is my business?"

Zhang Anshi was honest about this, and said without the slightest hesitation: "Yes, didn't we agree at the beginning? You gave me money, and later I said that we would do business together, it was in the contract, and I even hired a guarantor." People, signed and pledged."

   Zhu Di blushed, rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "I didn't expect you to have this kind of loyalty, which is very similar to me."

   "Of course." Zhang Anshi winked and said, "How else are we...relatives?"

  Zhu Di looked around and couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"

  Zhang Anshi said: "Check out."

"Bill, please?"

   "Isn't this exactly a month of business, and the account must be settled at the end of the month."

   Immediately, Zhu Di's eyes fell on the mountain of gold, silver and copper coins: "This...is..."

   "Yes." Zhang Anshi said firmly.

  This is the emperor, **** it, I didn't expect to make a lot of money this time, and I actually did business with the emperor.

  At the beginning, Zhang Anshi insisted on letting this "Marquis of Wu An" be the major shareholder. In fact, the reason was very simple. He knew that it was a taboo thing for the royal relatives to do business in this era.

  But it's different when there's an old man standing in the way.

   What's more, he is not the uncle of the country...

  In the Yongle Dynasty, the most popular ones were those ministers from the Beiping Mansion. With these people to shield him from the wind and rain, it seemed that he had earned less money, but in fact...there were more opportunities to make money.

   What Zhang Anshi considers is not the question of how much money he makes, but the question of safety.

  But now... the major shareholder has become Emperor Yongle.

  Zhu Di was obviously extremely excited.

  Even Zhu Di saw this mountain of gold, silver and copper coins for the first time.

  (end of this chapter)