If another emperor who was not clear-headed saw this, he might be able to have his head removed on the charge of wasting public funds.
And this supervisory censor is really not an ordinary person, so he can just impeach himself. After all, he is only a sixth-rank official, but Xue Xiang, a dignified second-rank minister of the staff, is not polite at all?
This is the prerogative of the supervisory censor. If you hear something happen, you will not be held responsible.
Faced with this situation, Han Du had no choice but to defend himself, "Wei Chen, I admit my guilt. But Wei Chen really did not waste public funds, let alone collude with the Ministry of Industry."
Lao Zhu also knew that Han Du was not colluding with the Ministry of Works, and even knew clearly that before this incident, Han Du and the Ministry of Works did not deal with each other at all.
Therefore, there is no intention to blame Han Du. The incident just now was just a warning to Han Du by raising it high and lowering it gently.
"Be careful when you spend money in the future. Don't be extravagant. It's easy to follow the truth." Lao Zhu, who was a little excited just now, calmed down and couldn't help but warn him.
"The humble minister obeys the decree."
Seeing that Han Du had a good attitude, Lao Zhu was in a much better mood.
"What name do you want?" Lao Zhu returned to the topic and brought the topic to the name of the opera house.
Han Du immediately smiled and replied: "Of course it is up to the emperor to decide. This is the first opera house in the Ming Dynasty, so Wei Chen naturally wants a resounding name."
When Lao Zhu heard this, he frowned and asked tentatively: "Is it called the Daming Opera House?"
"Ahem, it seems, it's not grand enough." Han Du smiled flatteringly.
When Lao Zhu saw this, he couldn't help snorting coldly and asked in a deep voice: "You don't want to call it the Ming Dynasty Royal Opera House, do you?"
"Okay, this is a good name. It's really grand." Han Du immediately danced with joy and repeatedly praised Lao Zhu for his good name.
Different from Han Du's elation, Lao Zhu got angry directly and cursed: "What a fart! Don't think about writing the word "royal" everywhere, royal is not that cheap. Besides, you really don't know,
Or are you pretending that you don’t know? Don’t you know what kind of place Jiaofangsi is? Do you think it is appropriate to add the word “royal”?”
The more Lao Zhu spoke, the darker his tone became. He looked at Han Du with an unkind expression, his eyes glowing coldly.
"Back to the emperor, since the establishment of the Jiaofang Department in the Tang Dynasty, it has been responsible for performing songs and dances for the royal family. It's just..." Han Du didn't dare to say that it was only when he came to your old place that he could perform a good royal song and dance.
The performing arts troupe was turned into a brothel.
He said tactfully: "It's only as time went by that the taste gradually changed. Now that Wei Chen is determined to let Jiaofangsi return to Zhengshuo, it would be a good thing if it can be done."
Lao Zhu also knew that what Han Du said was true, and he knew deeply that he was the one who turned Jiaofangsi into a brothel. Thinking of this incident, Lao Zhu couldn't help but blush. At first, he thought he could make money in this way.
, if we had known that Jiaofangsi was like this now, it would have been better to just maintain the status quo.
It's just a name, and Lao Zhu is too lazy to argue with Han Du. Besides, as long as Han Du can send one million yuan to the palace every year, the word "royal" will be added.
He spread out the rice paper himself, picked up the pen, and asked Handu: "How should I write?"
Han Du quickly stepped forward and wrote the words "Da Ming Royal Opera House" on a small piece of paper.
"Just write these few words and that's it."
Lao Zhu glanced sideways, turned around and concentrated, closed his eyes slightly, and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, the words "Da Ming Royal Opera House" were written in one go.
Han Du watched with joy and clapped his hands, "Okay, the emperor's calligraphy is becoming more and more unique. From the perspective of a humble minister, it is comparable to Wang Xizhi."
"Stop flattering me. I still don't know what my handwriting says? Take your handwriting and get out!"
Han Du hugged the words, smiled like a billowing ball, and left mellowly.
Return to the Jiaofang Department and summon Grandma Li again.
Putting the words on Grandma Li's hand, "Find a famous craftsman to make a plaque. In addition, I need to make such a thing out of gold, silver and copper foil and engrave the words on it."
Han Du handed the drawn card pattern to Grandma Li.
Grandma Li had no doubts about making plaques. After all, she had never done such a thing herself and had seen others do it.
But she didn't quite understand the card thing. She took a look at it and asked doubtfully: "Sir, are you going to make it this big?"
"Just make it this big." Han Du nodded.
"How thick should it be made? How much should it be made?" Grandma Li continued to ask.
"Of course it's as thin as it can be made," Han Du said without any hesitation. He was just trying to make money, so naturally the lower the cost, the better. Anyway, by then, this thing would just be for showing off.
There is no requirement for quality at all, as long as it is passable.
"Of course, you can make fewer gold foil ones, so a dozen or so will be enough. Make more silver ones, just a hundred. As for the copper ones, let's make ten thousand first."
Gold card, silver card, bronze card, Handu has no intention of giving out gold cards to too many people. Handu naturally knows that things are rare and valuable. Of course, another reason is that the cost of gold cards is too high
, it’s not worthwhile to send too much.
The silver card can be issued at will, as long as someone pays for it. As for the bronze card, it doesn't matter. Anyway, no matter how you issue it, it won't cost much.
But after hearing this, Aunt Li had a look of embarrassment on her face. She whispered: "Sir, the thinner these copper foils are, the more valuable they are. Moreover, your needs are too much, even if you are worried about small things.
No matter how many craftsmen are hired, there is no way to knock out 10,000 in a short time."
"Knocked?" Han Du asked doubtfully, is the copper foil made by knocking?
Seeing Han Du's confusion, Grandma Li thought that the master didn't know how the copper foil was made, so she explained: "Yes, sir. Whether it is copper foil, silver foil, or gold foil, it all depends on the craftsman hammering it."
It was hammered out.”
Hammer after hammer? It will take until the Year of the Monkey to hammer out your needs?
After hearing this, Han Du pondered for a moment and made a decision in his mind. It is impossible to knock. If it can only be knocked out with one hammer, then Han Du will have to give up the idea. There is no way, like this
The efficiency is too low, the cost is too high, and it is not cost-effective at all.