As Zhu Cijiong grows older, he becomes more and more independent-minded.
At that moment, Zhu Cijiong said with a dark face: "Master Huang, did I say something wrong? God gave me such a big drought in the Ming Dynasty, but only gave Jiannu a miniscule drought. Hypocrisy is even more prosperous. This
Isn’t it blind? Ordinarily, it should be the other way around, and the slaves and hypocrites should suffer great disasters.”
"What King Ding said is a big mistake." Huang Daozhou retorted with a serious face, "I have heard that those who love and benefit others will be blessed by Heaven, and those who are evil and treason will be punished by Heaven. Therefore, disasters brought by Heaven must be the virtue of an emperor.
There is a loss..."
"Fart!" Zhu Cijiong said angrily, "Where did my father fail in his virtue?"
Zhu Cixi couldn't help but refute the teacher and said: "I dare not agree with what Master Huang said. Regardless of what happened before Chongzhen's seventeenth year, what his father did seventeen years later is really worthy of countless living people.
I don’t know how many people in Jiangnan and even the entire Ming Dynasty live because of my father’s thoughts. How can this be virtuous or wrong?”
Even Lu Zhenfei and the three of them felt that what Huang Daozhou said was a bit too much.
I won’t tell you what the Holy Master was like before Meishan enlightened him, but they all saw what he did after Meishan enlightened him. Both his martial arts and martial arts were impeccable.
Therefore, the assessment of moral deficiencies cannot fall on the Holy One's head.
Being scolded by Zhu Cihong and Cijiong in front of everyone, Huang Daozhou couldn't bear it.
Dang Ji took off the black gauze and begged for the bones from Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, the old minister is too old and too weak to bear the heavy responsibility of the cabinet minister. I also ask the Holy One to see that the old minister has worked hard for the Ming Dynasty for many years and allow the old minister's bones to be buried in his hometown."
"
Seeing Huang Daozhou standing there, relying on his old age, Chongzhen felt a little bored, what the hell did he do this again.
To be honest, what bothered Chongzhen the most was the theory of the connection between heaven and man. Natural disasters are natural disasters. Droughts, floods, earthquakes, landslides, etc., have nothing to do with humans? Why would the emperor be offended when natural disasters occurred in the Ming Dynasty?
Ji Zhao? The next time the edict to sin against oneself is not enough, you have to issue the edict to sin against oneself again and again?
At that moment, Chongzhen kicked the ball back to the cabinet and said to Lu Zhenfei: "Mr. Lu Ge, Mr. Huang Ge said that he is old and is no longer qualified to handle the affairs of the cabinet. What do you think we should do?"
"Your Majesty, Mr. Huang Ge's words are just angry words. I will try to persuade him later."
Lu Zhenfei still wanted to save dignity for Huang Daozhou, but Huang Daozhou couldn't hold himself any longer.
Seeing that Chongzhen did not retain him as usual, Huang Daozhou put down the Wusha and turned around to leave.
At first, Huang Daozhou imagined that Chongzhen would say something to save him, but Chongzhen didn't say anything until he walked out of the door, so he could only return to his apartment in a carriage sadly and lonely, and then left Nanjing that night.
Watching Huang Daozhou leave, Chongzhen continued: "Although the output of Henan and Huguang is enough to make up for the food gap, eggs cannot be placed in just one basket, and the Ming court cannot place its hopes only in Henan or Huguang provinces.
Otherwise, if something happens to these two provinces, wouldn’t we be blind?”
Lu Zhenfei asked solemnly: "Then the Holy Spirit means that we still have to purchase food from overseas?"
"Yes, we have to buy food from overseas." Chongzhen said, "The General Chamber of Commerce's annual board of directors meeting is coming soon. I will attend this year's board meeting in person and call on everyone to buy food."
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Shi Jiuke will also attend this year's General Chamber of Commerce Council meeting.
Not everyone can participate in the General Chamber of Commerce Board of Directors Meeting, only directors are eligible.
Shi Jiuke is the director of Xinchang County, Kuaiji Prefecture, Zhejiang Province, so he is qualified to participate in the meeting.
Shi Zhengwen was telling Shi Jiuke: "My son, when you arrive in Nanjing this time, remember to donate 5,000 yuan to Hanlin Daily. It is best to find a few influential scholars to write down the number through your brother-in-law Xu Yingwei's relationship.
This is a great article to refute the fallacies mentioned in the Huang Ming Times. How dare these people talk about restricting the power of the king? This is simply unreasonable."
As a Taoist, Shi Zhengwen naturally hated the doctrine that restricted the power of the monarch.
Shi Jiuke didn't want to get involved in politics, so he frowned and said, "Dad, can we not get involved in this matter?"
"You can't just sit back and watch this matter." Shi Zheng asked anxiously, "This matter is related to the foundation of the Ming Dynasty. If you are not careful, the earth will be shaken. A man can do something or not, and he can deal with other things indifferently.
After all, the only thing that cannot be done is this matter. Even if the fortune and life of our Huang Tan Shi family are at risk, we cannot just sit back and watch."
Shi Jiuke had a bitter look on his face after hearing this.
Is it easy for me to create such a big business?
Why do you have to go all in with just one sentence?
Just because you are my father? Are you still being unreasonable?
But Shi Jiu didn't dare to go against his father, so he moved his brother-in-law Xu Yingwei out.
Because Shi Jiuke knew that in the entire family, his father only listened to the opinions of his brother-in-law, and the reason was very simple, because his brother-in-law was a senior official.
At that moment, Shi Jiuke said: "Dad, Youzhen asked someone to give me a message some time ago, asking me to concentrate on the business of silk and raw silk, and avoid getting involved in the debate over ideas."
"Is this really what Youzhen sent to you?" Shi Zheng asked doubtfully.
"Youzhen really sent this to me. How could my son lie to you?" Shi Jiuke swore, "Youzhen also said that it is a general trend to re-reveal the ancestral precepts of the Emperor Ming Dynasty, and the Holy One also supports it. Either we don't get involved."
And, if you have to get involved, you can only support Huangshi Mingbao, not Hanlin Daily."
"Ah? How could this happen?" Shi Zhengwen was so worried that he began to pull at his beard.
Seeing that he had finally "suppressed" his father, Shi Jiu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
After leaving Shi's house in Huangtan, Shi Jiuke made a special detour to Dongshan Village.
Xu Shiyi was quite polite to Shi Jiuke and "introduced" hundreds of servants to Shi Jiuke.
Ever since Xu Yingwei returned to his hometown to recruit soldiers, the life of the Xu family in Laodong has been much better, but this year they suffered a severe drought that only happened once in 500 years, and many families returned to poverty.
This time Xu Yingwei was far away in Gaizhou, out of reach of the guards.
But fortunately, Shi Jiuke's workshop has grown.
Arranging a few hundred helpers is a piece of cake for the few handicraft workshops of the Shi family.
By the way, Shi Jiuke's silk weaving workshop has grown to include more than 500 looms and more than 2,000 weavers. It can weave 20,000 to 30,000 pieces of silk a year, which is considered a large workshop.
The fact that Shijia Weaving Factory has grown to this extent in less than two years is not only due to Shi Jiuke's courage, but also to the strong support of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China. As of now, Shi Jiuke has successively divided
For three times, it has borrowed 110,000 yuan from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, and pledged 40% of its shares in exchange for a capital injection of 200,000 yuan.
As of now, the total capital of Shijia Workshop has exceeded 500,000 yuan.
But as the scale of the workshop expanded, Shi Jiuke also encountered bottlenecks.
In the past, when the scale of the workshop was still small, there was no need to worry about sales.
But now, the Shijia workshop produces more than 20,000 pieces of silk a year. It can be regarded as a medium-sized silk workshop in Jiangnan. It has a certain influence on the entire silk market, and the competition it faces has also changed.
It's so intense that it's no longer possible to sell everything after just negotiating a deal like before.
The biggest problem Shi Jiuke encountered was price reduction among silk merchants.
Because there is only one piece of the silk trade cake in total, whoever takes one more bite will definitely have one less bite, but no one is willing to take less, so they can only lower the price, and in the end no one will make any money.
Last month, Shi Jiuke did some calculations. This year, there were obviously more looms and more silk was woven, but the profit was less than half of last year, which means that the past six months have been in vain.
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So this time when he went to Nanjing to attend the conference, Shi Jiuke was prepared to raise this issue.
Going from Xinchang to Nanjing requires passing through Kuaiji, so Shi Jiuke made another trip to Kuaiji Fucheng.
"Brother Jiuke, why are you here?" Zheng Zunrang looked very happy to see Shi Jiuke, "If you don't come, I will leave alone."
Zheng Zunrang, the brother of Zheng Zunqian, the big boss of Royal Industrial Bank, is also the young owner of Kuaiji Winery.
Zheng Zunrang is very grateful for this great era. If it were not for catching up with this great era, he would never have been able to inherit the Zheng family's winery, nor would it have been possible to borrow so much money to expand its scale.
Back then, Zhengjia Winery could only brew a few hundred Shi Huang wine a year.
But now, Zhengjia Winery can brew tens of thousands of stones of fermented wine in a month.
The former Zhengjia Winery was still somewhat famous in Kuaiji Fucheng.
But now, who among the eight prefectures and prefectures south of the Yangtze River does not know the name of Zhengjia Winery?
Of course, the Zhengjia Winery's ability to expand to this extent in such a short period of time also came at a heavy price, which was to pledge 60% of its shares to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.
Thinking of this, Zheng Zunrang was full of complaints about his brother.
Others thought that the Zhengjia Winery must have taken advantage of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, but only Zheng Zunrang knew that the loan interest lent by the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China to the Zhengjia Winery was based on the highest standards, such as the pledge of the shares of the winery, in exchange for
For Cheng Biejia, at most 50% of the shares must be pledged, but for Zhengjia Winery, 60% of the shares must be pledged.
Zheng Zunrang complained a few times, but in return Zheng Zunqian scolded him with a slap in the face.
After meeting his close friend Shi Jiuke, Zheng Zunrang couldn't help but complain again: "Brother Jiuke, do you think I, Zheng Zunrang, am wronged? I have the reputation of Zheng Zunqian's brother on my head, but I haven't even benefited from it at all.
The big order to supply fermented wine to the New Army is also the one held by Xu Gijian and Brother Jiu Ke."
"Hey, what are you and my brothers talking about?" Shi Jiuke waved his hand and said.
"By the way, is your Zheng Family Winery going to ship fermented wine to Liaodong again?"
"Well, it will be shipped out in a few days, and the rice cakes from Xianhenglou will be shipped together." Zheng Zunrang nodded, "If we don't ship it, the North Sea will freeze and we will have to wait until next year."
[It’s not that I don’t want to write more, it’s just that I can’t write. My brain can’t keep up after the infection.]
