As a student who was lonely at a young age and from a poor family, Li Shan maintained the image of a good old man, hard-working and kind-hearted, but he also always had the characteristics of a miser.
Seeing Zhu generously sharing the first pot of gold with more than 200 households in the village to cover the possible four years of back taxes, Li Shan smiled gently at everyone and said that this is what justice means.
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In this era, although social classes are almost solidified, "righteousness" is a hard currency whether in the upper class or the middle and lower classes. With the name of righteousness, people will look up to them wherever they go. This is also Zhu's generosity.
The main reason... Without the name of righteousness, how could Dou Jiande win the support of the powerful people in Hebei?
At the end of the day, almost every household came to thank them. Everyone knew that if they really had to pay back taxes for four years, in addition to selling their houses and fields, they might also have to sell their sons and daughters. If a man in the family was killed in the war,
, that one home is gone.
When everyone was panicking, Li Shan so "generously" contributed these secret recipes... It's so kind and righteous!
This kind of secret recipe, in the words of Uncle Qi, is a treasure that can be passed down from family to family!
Coupled with the righteous act of rescuing Zhu Jie yesterday, Li Shan's reputation has been completely cleared through the joint "efforts" of himself and his mother Zhu.
When facing the gratitude of his seventh uncle Zhu Wei, Li Shan smiled, but his heart was cut by a knife and his heart was filled with despair...
As a time traveler, you have the ability to dig out the first pot of gold.
At worst, just change the bucket!
But, can I change my mother?
Li Shan chose tofu as his starting point after careful consideration. On the one hand, he was an expert in this industry, and on the other hand, he found that tofu was not popular in the Tang Dynasty. More importantly, he found that soybeans were not valuable.
Almost every household in the village stores soybeans. This is because compared to other vegetables, soybeans are easier to store for a long time. However, soybeans have a short planting period and are mainly eaten with beans and rice. Even the common people do not like to eat them and can only satisfy their hunger. Zhujiagou villagers
The main purpose of storing soybeans is to make tempeh.
Therefore, the price of soybeans is very low nowadays.
With so many people in Zhujiagou, so many cheap soybeans, and the novelty of soy products, Li Shanneng quickly made his first pot of gold.
As a high school student who had used scholarships and poverty subsidies to pay tuition all year round during college to make ends meet, Li Shan had an empty pocket, which gave Li Shan the illusion of a precarious future.
In the room, Mr. Zhu and Zhu Wei were sitting at the top, and at the bottom were Li Shan, Zhu Ba and a middle-aged man. The young monk was still holding a bowl and drinking soy milk...it was neither sweet nor salty. I don’t know what he was doing.
I can drink so much.
The middle-aged man is Zhu Wei's eldest son Zhu Qi. He usually works as a salesman on the streets and often goes to the East and West markets. Today he and Zhu Ba took tofu nao... no, Gewurztraminer to the city to inquire about the price.
Zhu Qi said excitedly: "Bring it to the eldest son to see it. If you can send it to a restaurant, a bowl will cost you..."
"Ahem." Zhu Wei coughed twice to remind his son.
"One penny?" Li Shan didn't seem to hear anything. He was just a little confused about the price. What price was it?
Zhu Qi explained a few words. After the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the five-baht coin was abolished and the new Kaiyuan Tongbao was minted. One coin was worth one penny. It didn't sound like much, but in fact... Nowadays, a bucket of rice only costs four coins.
In the Tang Dynasty, one dou was equivalent to twelve and a half kilograms in later generations. In other words, when converted to rice price, one dollar could buy more than three kilograms of rice, which in later generations would cost about ten yuan.
"Is it too little?" Li Shan was a little dissatisfied. "The price is so low. Is it enough for 218 households in the village to pay back taxes for four years?"
In Li Shan's view, this was a quick sum of money that was difficult to keep secret and the price was not high. This first pot of gold was really a bit shabby.
Zhu Qi raised his fingers and said, "There are 218 households in the village, and there are 327 Ding men. Each Ding man needs to pay two shi of millet, three qian for one shi of millet, and each household also needs to pay two feet of silk, three liang of cotton, and a piece of silk."
A dou of rice, a pound of cotton and half a dou of rice..."
Zhu Qi was still twisting his fingers, but Li Shan had already calculated in his mind, "Every year, Ding men need to pay a total of 1,962 yuan, and each household needs to pay a total of 654 yuan worth of silk and cotton. Together they are
Two thousand six hundred and sixteen dollars."
"A total of four years, that's ten thousand, four hundred and sixty-four yuan, which is ten strings and four hundred and sixty-four yuan."
"A bowl of Gewürztraminer only costs one cent. If we sell a hundred bowls every day, after deducting the cost, we will make a profit of seventy cents and it will take one hundred and fifty days."
"If we really have to pay back taxes for four years, will the government wait 150 days?"
Zhu Wei and his son both looked at Li Shan with dumbfounded eyes. In this era, such arithmetic can be taken for the imperial examination. Not to mention other things, it is appropriate to take the arithmetic subject.
Li Shan himself didn't think anything of it, and was still thinking in his mind, "I may not pay back taxes for four years, but I have to be careful... Qibo, what if I can prevent the temple from being dismantled?"
"real?!"
"If you pay the tax for four years, it will be nothing more than the tax..." Li Shan whispered: "Yesterday in the city, I heard that Liu Heitao of Hebei Province defeated the Tang army, and Dingzhou, Qizhou, and Jizhou had all fallen...
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The meaning of this sentence is very simple. If the temple is dismantled, regardless of whether Zhujiagou leaves the government with hundreds of soldiers or serves as a corvee, there is a high probability that he will go to Hebei, which is more likely to be bad than good.
Zhu Wei circled back and forth twice, waved his hand and shouted: "If you call someone, listen to your husband!"
Two-quarters of an hour later, Li Shan, Zhu Wei and others climbed into the temple. The former walked around the temple, turning dozens of monks and accompanying villagers around.
"The ground has been swept clean... Just go to the river to get some gravel to fill the pit!"
"Bring more gravel. There are plenty of them along the Jinghe River. Let's pave the mountain road outside."
"Hey, why haven't you put away the bacon on the wall yet?!"
"What are you doing with these chicken feathers here...Uncle Dumb, take them back and make a feather duster!"
Zhu Wei looked at this scene in confusion. Is this okay?
"Of course not." Li Shan crossed his hands and put them into his sleeves, "First of all, Buddhist scriptures. There are no Buddhist scriptures in the temple. It's just a joke."
"It's gone a long time ago." Uncle Zhu Liu, who was still arrogant to Li Shan the day before yesterday, was extra attentive today. Zhu Jie, who was rescued by Li Shan, was his eldest son.
"Is there pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the village?"
"have."
Li Shan's grandfather believed in Buddhism in his previous life. He does not believe in Buddhism, but he is no stranger to Buddhist scriptures. Before time travel, he was still reciting Buddhist scriptures orally just for peace of mind. I just don't know if those books have been published now.
"Secondly, an old monk who is familiar with Buddhism needs to be in charge. When an eminent monk comes to visit, he must discuss Buddhism."
Zhu Liushu waved his hands in frustration and said: "If there are old monks who are proficient in Buddhism, are they still afraid of the temple being closed down?"
Li Shan thought about it in his mind, he couldn't go into battle himself... It was too fake for a sixteen-year-old boy to host, and he had a shaved head, and it was freezing in the winter.
Do the math, Tang Sanzang is not very old now, and I remember that he only set out to the west during the Zhenguan period. After all, he was the emperor's younger brother. By this time, he should have been very interested in the scriptures from Tianzhu.
However, only scriptures were presented without eminent monks discussing Buddhism, so the weight seemed a bit light.
After turning around twice, Li Shan saw Uncle Dumb who was helping outside, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Uncle Dumb, I have arranged a good job for you!"