Zhu Bai: "No, no, no, it's no use if Master teaches it ten times. I think I can't remember it because I'm too stupid. Are there any scriptures that can make people smarter?"
Zong Lai: "Indeed, there is one, it's "The Hidden Curse of the Void"."
Zhu Bai: "Okay, I'll trouble you to write it down, master. I'll try to memorize it in ten days."
The only way to stay ahead of the curve is to keep printing new scriptures.
When others imitate it, I will already be selling new ones.
Yes, just do it.
Trick this old monk into writing more books.
You can’t use it up now, but you can still use it in the future.
Zong Lai stroked his beard: "His Highness is so eager to learn, which makes me very happy."
Zhu Bai nodded: "I'm glad, I'm glad. Tomorrow, master will help me write something else. I'll learn a lot."
Haha, I asked you to write until you cry, and then it will be up to you whether you are happy or not?!
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Lan Yu came out of the imperial study room.
Zhu Bai waited for him at the door with a smile.
Lan Yu hurriedly said: "It's really effective in making money. I took a copy and the emperor rewarded me with a pen yesterday."
Although it is a pen that is almost bald, it was used by the emperor after all and cannot be replaced by a piece of gold!
Zhu Bai nodded: "Get rich, get rich. Master will help me print another thousand Buddhist scriptures. I will give you a 10% commission."
Lan Yu: "Okay. Good boy, I always think of the master when good things happen."
Zhu Bai looked at Lan Yu's retreating back and rubbed his hands: What does it mean to make the best use of things? This is called making the best use of things.
As long as he catches this old monk and writes down all the Buddhist scriptures, he will have nothing to worry about for the rest of his life!
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Zhu Yuanzhang was discussing with Zhu Biao how to collect taxes next year, when Erhu said that Zen Master Zonglu wanted to see him.
Zhu Yuanzhang's heart skipped a beat and he said, "Please invite him in quickly."
In the past half month, Zhu Bai's rare honesty was attributed to Zong Lai.
If Zong Lai gives up his job, their hard days will come again.
Zong Lai came in with a sad look on his face.
Zhu Biao couldn't help laughing: It's only been half a month. A good Maitreya Buddha was tortured by Zhu Bai and turned into a resentful woman.
Zhu Yuanzhang asked very kindly: "Master, what's the problem?"
Zong Li was about to speak but stopped.
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Master, just say it straight, I forgive you."
Zong Lai said: "The young monk wants to go home..."
Yesterday was the Sutra for Eliminating Disasters and Auspiciousness, the day before yesterday was the Sutra of Twelve Causes and Conditions, and the day before yesterday was... I forgot.
Anyway, he copied more scriptures in this half month than in a year.
hand pain.
Seeing stars.
My forehead still hurts.
Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed Zong Li's hand and begged: "Master, please hold on for another month."
The Chinese New Year is just one month away.
At least I got through this new year.
Zong Xuan was on the verge of crying: "The young monk really can't bear it any longer."
Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth: "I will donate one hundred taels of incense and silver to Guibao Temple."
Forcing Zhu Bai to pay this money, Zhu Bai earned it with Buddhist scriptures anyway.
Zong Lai gritted his teeth: "Then I'll work for another month."
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Zhu Yuanzhang sent people to search Zhu Bai's palace, but they couldn't find any money, so he had to give Zong Li a hundred taels from his own pocket.
Lao Zhu felt sorry for Yin Zi. When eating in the evening, he looked at Zhu Bai with a very sinister look: Could it be that this bastard has never made any money at all and is just lying to his elder brother?
Queen Ma, who was sitting nearby, was frightened by Lao Zhu's eyes.
After Lao Zhu finished eating, he called Zhu Bai aside: "I heard that you have made a lot of money recently."
Zhu Bai secretly smacked his lips: Trouble. If this miser finds out, he will probably come to collect protection money.
Zhu Bai chuckled, took out a twenty-tael silver ingot with snowflake pattern from his sleeve pocket, and put it in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand: "This is a son's filial piety to his father."
Zhu Yuanzhang sneered: "You are sending beggars away."
Zhu Bai pursed his lips: "How much does the emperor want?"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "Two hundred taels, if it is one cent less, I will have your scriptures confiscated."
People have to bow their heads under the eaves...
Well, after paying these two hundred taels, Lao Zhu will have to let me sell scriptures in the future.
Zhu Bai sighed: "I don't have it at hand. I'll send it to my father later."
Zhu Yuanzhang gasped: Brat, do you really have so much money?!
Zhu Bai thought for a while and then said: "Father, since you want to collect money, you must also promise me something."
Zhu Yuanzhang's face darkened: "I've given you shame? How dare you ask me to work?!"
Zhu Bai said: "No. There are too many counterfeit goods, which greatly hinders the sales of Erchen. My father wants to issue an imperial edict that only stores authorized by me can sell scriptures written by Zong Lai himself."
He thought about it over and over again, to hell with intellectual property rights and all that!
In this era, imperial power is still useful!
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him with squinted eyes.
Zhu Bai hurriedly added: "This matter is not just for my son. If someone sells scriptures under the guise of engraving and selling banned books, it will be troublesome."
Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a while and said: "Well, it is indeed necessary."
Zhu Bai said: "As long as my father is willing to issue an edict, I will sell my scriptures and be filial to you."
At night, Zhu Yuanzhang put the box of silver sent by Zhu Bai on the table, and then looked at it in a daze.
Queen Ma came over to wait on Zhu Yuanzhang to wash up. Seeing this, she smiled and asked Zhu Yuanzhang: "What's going on, Your Majesty?"
Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to the box of silver and said: "When I was seven or eight years old, I was still herding cattle. It was hard to find a few copper coins. This kid, Lao Twelve..."
Queen Ma smiled: "This child is very smart. But he is too naughty and unstable."
Zhu Yuanzhang actually felt for a moment that Zhu Bai was more suitable than Zhu Biao to take over his great cause.
Not to mention the previous ideas, Zhu Bai's ability to deal with emergencies and crises is the strongest among all the princes.
Zhu Biao and Zhu Bai thought he didn't know about the golden hairpin.
In fact, he just pretended to be confused because he didn't want to embarrass Zhu Biao.
Anyway, Zhu Bai's method was perfect and fulfilled both sides.
It actually saved him a lot of energy.
However, Queen Ma's words made Zhu Yuanzhang wake up instantly.
The heir to the empire does not need to be too smart, because there will always be people smarter than him in the world.
As long as he has cohesion and can get all kinds of talents to serve him, that will be enough.
So the first element is calmness.
Queen Ma saw Zhu Yuanzhang lowering his eyes and said nothing, and knew that her words had an effect. She sneered secretly: Zhu Biao is the heir raised by me, how could he let other women's children covet this position.
No matter how smart Zhu Bai is, he can only be Zhu Biao's helper.
Empress Ma said softly: "But Twelve is still young. When he grows up, he will be a good helper for Biao'er."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded: "No."
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As soon as Liu Bowen went to the disaster area, he took drastic measures and eliminated several state officials who were unable to provide disaster relief. He set up warehouses in the government offices and guarded them heavily.
Grains were transferred from productive areas and ordered to be registered and distributed by government offices.
The victims who gathered in the city dispersed within a few days.
Liu Bowen sent someone to quickly send the account book back to Zhu Yuanzhang for review.
Including the account books submitted for this year's taxes, it fills half of the house.
Zhu Yuanzhang's forehead hurt when he read the thick book with small print.
The key is to make a backup copy and check it by the way.
This is a new business for the imperial court. Who should we call to do this?
Zhu Bai said with a smile: "Father, there is no need to worry, someone has booked this job with me early in the morning."
Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh?! Who?!"
Zhu Biao was also curious about which fool was willing to do such a thankless thing.
Zhu Bai said: "Master Li, he bought Erchen's calligraphy just to get the opportunity to serve the imperial court."
