() "Shopkeeper, don't you know that this warehouse note is worth a lot of money now?"
"Brother Angkor, two days ago, I heard someone talking about a warehouse note that cost fifteen cents of silver, which is now the price of a chicken. Is it possible that the price of warehouse notes can triple?" The shopkeeper looked at them like this.
, I knew the market had changed, so I tried to guess.
Wu Er and his friends laughed again after hearing this, and then he said to the shopkeeper: "Yesterday, the emperor issued a decree that the national salt production should be enough to pay for all warehouses and the currency can be exchanged for salt. You said, now this
How much will the warehouse money be worth?”
"Seriously?" Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's hand holding the warehouse note started to shake slightly.
"What, you don't believe it? Or maybe I bought so much warehouse money because I was full?" Wu Er said as he proudly patted the place where the warehouse money was placed in his arms.
"Did your sister tell you?" The shopkeeper wanted to confirm again.
Wu Er looked at him like an idiot and said nothing.
The shopkeeper saw an answer in his eyes, as if he was laughing at himself. There was no need to ask, it wasn't obvious.
The shopkeeper then looked at the companions who came with Wu Er, and found that they were all looking at him with the same eyes as Wu Er, and a surge of ecstasy slowly surged in his heart.
Wu Er saw that the shopkeeper seemed to be stupid, and got impatient with the wait, so he asked the shopkeeper: "Do you want to accept this money or not? If you don't accept it, we can eat it from another house."
When he spoke, he raised his head, waiting for the shopkeeper to take the banknotes back into his arms and compliment him with good words.
The shopkeeper didn't think about it but said: "Yeah, that's really it. I can't collect the money in Angkor's warehouse. Please keep it."
When Wu Er heard this, he was very upset. He even told him that the news was true and refused to accept the warehouse money. He was really kicked in the head.
The shopkeeper handed the warehouse note with both hands and waited for Wu Er to take it back.
Seeing something wrong with Wu Er's face, he immediately explained: "Brother Ang, don't get me wrong, this news is worth the price of this meal. You will eat and drink well, all for free."
Wu Er saw that the shopkeeper looked sincere and didn't look like he was joking. His heart moved and he guessed as he took back the banknotes: "Could it be that the shopkeeper also has a lot of banknotes?"
"Exactly, as long as restaurants have been open for a long time, they will always buy some, thinking that they will be lucky that day, and exchange some salt to bring it out, which is convenient for selling or for personal use. I didn't expect that I can exchange them all today.
Your Majesty is so wise!"
The shopkeeper sighed while standing up straight.
"Angkor, do you think the imperial court can produce so much salt?" The shopkeeper was a little worried again and asked Wu Er again.
"Indeed, over the years of the Ming Dynasty, warehouse notes have been accumulating more and more. Many people's warehouse notes have rotted into waste paper. Can all the salt production be exchanged for warehouse notes?" One of Wu Er's companions also had questions.
"You don't know anymore. Since you have put in a lot of effort, I will tell you in detail." Wu Er said to his companion.
As Wu Er spoke, he sat down and his companions gathered around the table, waiting for Wu Er's next words.
"Your Majesty rushed eight hundred miles to recruit the salt transfer envoys and officials from the two capitals and thirteen provinces to the capital. Just yesterday afternoon, a meeting was held in the Wenhua Hall. The cabinet, the ministers of various ministries, and the ceremonial supervisors all attended.
"It's the shopkeeper." Wu Er started to say it, but he didn't feel that it was interesting, so he raised his head and called the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper was also listening. When Wu Er called him, he immediately agreed.
"You have no wine or food, you want me to talk on an empty stomach?"
"Yes, yes, shopkeeper, hurry up and serve the food and wine." Wu Er's companions also shouted quickly.
When the shopkeeper heard this, he apologized quickly and asked the waiter to tell the kitchen to cook and serve good wine.
Then he thought about whether he should go there and check the market conditions of the warehouse money to see if it was really what Wu Er said.
But Wu Er has never had any precedent of eating King's meal, and he is a good-faced person. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to make up false news to deceive himself. Besides, he said that he has a nose and eyes. With his eyes that have been trained for many years,
I don't see any fakeness either.
Before the shopkeeper could make up his mind, a family member was sent from the backyard to report the good news to him.
It turned out that those who had received the news in advance had made up various reasons to secretly purchase warehouse money. Now that the purchase was almost completed, the real news spread. The servants sent out to do things in the backyard heard about it and hurriedly came back to report.
The shopkeeper put aside his last worry and was overjoyed. He ran back to the backyard to check the banknotes at home. He didn't pay much attention to them before, but now he has to hide them.
After a while, he appeared in the restaurant again with great joy and announced that all the guests' lunch money would be free of charge.
Suddenly, although there were not many customers in Zuixianlou, everyone from the shopkeeper to the waiter to the customers were happy.
Of course, those who have sold warehouse money can only hide at home and regret it. But in general, everyone is happy that the warehouse money that was originally useless paper has become valuable again.
Besides, Wu Er and his companions were drinking and eating while gossiping about what happened yesterday.
As they were talking, a companion suddenly asked: "Have you noticed that the current emperor seems to be different from the previous emperor."
"What's the difference? Aren't they all sitting in the Jinluan Hall?" A companion disagreed.
The man also drank too much, looked at his companion, and then said mysteriously: "It's even more shameless."
When Wu Er heard this, he reached out and slapped the man on the back of the head: "What did you say? You are shameless."
Today, Wu Er, who has made a huge fortune thanks to the emperor's blessing, cannot bear to hear anyone slandering the emperor.
"Ah, it hurts. I said it wrong. It's because the court is shameless." The man changed his explanation.
"I'll punish you with a drink before I talk." Wu Er still didn't let him go.
The man didn't dare to object, so he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all. Then he said, "Have you not noticed that the imperial court's announcements are now all in vernacular?"
When the people around me heard this, they all nodded. This was true, but someone immediately expressed a different opinion: "Isn't it good to speak plainly? You can understand it as soon as you hear it. In the past, we had to listen to your explanation. You are incompetent."
Is it revealed?"
Wu Er is not a literate person either. On weekdays, everyone hangs out together, but when it comes to literacy, you have to listen to this person shaking his head and showing off his limited skills.
Now when he heard him talk about it, he laughed and said: "You have no need to show off, so you dare to complain to the emperor. You dare to say that the current officials can't write the previous proclamations. The emperor is considering the people. Have you ever seen him?"
Is there any emperor who considers the people as much as the current emperor?"
Wu Er saw that his other companions were nodding and agreeing with his opinion. He felt proud and said again: "My brother-in-law, you know that the ministers of the Ming Dynasty cabinet are at the forefront of all Jinshi, and their writing skills are lower than those of ordinary people."
It’s comparable, right?”
Everyone nodded quickly, they were looking up to him, and his writing skills must be very good.
"How do you write my brother-in-law's current memorial?" Wu Er asked again.
"How did you write it?" The man who had just slandered the emperor asked curiously. Compared to other companions, he was a scholar and was more concerned about this.
"On the order of the emperor, what punctuation marks were added to the memorial? Something that can be understood at a glance without having to break up the sentences yourself."
Wu Er Bagua said.
"Why?" Several people asked at the same time. Articles have always needed to be punctuated since ancient times, but now there is no need to punctuate them. It's really strange.
"The emperor was afraid that someone would play word games in the memorial and deceive his superiors, so he invented this set of punctuation marks to make the memorial as easy to understand as this announcement. Do you understand, these are all done deliberately by the emperor, no?
What a matter of face."
"What does the emperor want to do? Could it be that the emperor doesn't trust the civil servants?" The man thought about it and suddenly came to a terrible conclusion.
"Maybe it's really possible. Aren't the factory guards starting to be active again?" One of the companions immediately agreed and put forward his own evidence.
"Yes, the case of assassinating Uncle Zhongxing was not discovered by the factory guards. It is up to the Shuntian Mansion group to investigate, and there will be no results in all the years of monkeys."
"The Emperor has done a lot of things recently. He has changed three ministers in the cabinet, the Minister of War has been imprisoned, and the Minister of Industry has resigned and returned to his hometown. He has also investigated and dealt with several censors."
"Who says it's not the case? People are so anxious now that they don't know whose turn it will be next."
"It's better to click everything. There is no good thing and everything costs money." Suddenly, a companion raised his voice and vented angrily.
These people are usually powerless people. Every time they deal with officials, they have to spend a lot of money on them.
His words resonated with each other, and then one person added: "The emperor called on all civil and military officials to donate money to those refugees. You saw how many people donated. When it comes to making money, one is more ruthless than the other. Those who donate money
Every time, one is poorer than the other. They are really nothing."
These people only cared about their own words and did not see that Wu Er's face had darkened and he was still talking about the officials of the Ming Dynasty.
But the literate companion noticed it first and quickly interrupted them: "The Ming Dynasty's cabinet is still very clean. The emperor's ministers must be good, right?"
After everyone heard what he said, they noticed that their brother-in-law had also been scolded by them just now, so they quickly changed their tone and began to praise him, but they thought in their hearts that this was not a virtue.
As a result, the atmosphere became harmonious again, and the cups were replaced with cups.
Emperor Chongzhen naturally didn't know about the private discussions among the people. At this time, he was reviewing memorials in the Wenhua Hall. Suddenly, he reported that Sun Chengzong had come to see him.