Abiao was full of questions, and he quickly recalled the conversation in Fengtian Hall during the day about the clan's title.
How to solve this core drawback? The answer is because there are too many people.
Including the strategies proposed by Song Lian, whether it is to reduce the number of ranks of knights or to cancel hereditary substitution, the ultimate goal is to reduce the number of clan children.
‘Previously, the Immortal Master also agreed with Master Song’s strategy.’
‘What exactly does it mean?’
'The answer is correct, but the answer is wrong...'
Zhu Biao was puzzled.
At this moment, Lao Zhu and Zhu Laosi also frowned.
Obviously, both of them agreed with Zhu Biao's answer.
"I know!"
At this moment, Xiao Zhusi put down the bucket of instant noodles in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spoke urgently.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Xiao Zhusi, especially Lao Zhu, and scolded him sternly.
"You brat, eat your noodles well. How can you talk nonsense before the Immortal Master?!"
Xiao Zhu Si was so frightened that he shrank his neck and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
"It doesn't matter, just say it."
Ji Boying looked at Xiao Zhusi and gave him an encouraging look.
"I...can, can I say it?"
Xiao Zhu glanced at Lao Zhu from the corner of his eyes and asked tentatively.
"The Immortal Master asked you to tell me, what are you still writing about?!"
Lao Zhu drank again.
Xiao Zhusi felt aggrieved in his heart. It was you who didn't let me talk about it, but it was you who asked me to talk about it.
Fortunately you are our father, otherwise I would have had a fight with you today!
"I think the core drawback is that it costs too much money to support the clan!"
Xiao Zhusi shouted his answer confidently.
As soon as the answer came out, Lao Zhu, A Biao, and Zhu Laosi all frowned, especially Lao Zhu, who kicked Xiao Zhusi in the butt.
"You are the only one who talks a lot of nonsense."
“Doesn’t having more people mean more money is spent?!”
Xiao Zhu Si timidly rubbed his buttocks and stopped talking.
He just had an idea and thought of this answer. He always felt that more expenses and more people meant two different things, but he couldn't tell what the difference was for a while.
"What do you two think?"
Ji Boying did not answer immediately, but glanced at A Biao and Zhu Laosi.
"I agree with my father's view."
"Me too."
Ji Boying said "hmm", took out a new thin cigarette from the cigarette case, crushed the popping beads, held it in the corner of his mouth, lit it with a match, and after taking a deep breath, the smoke spurted out from his nose.
"Xiao Zhusi's answer is completely correct."
As soon as these words came out.
Lao Zhu, A Biao and Zhu Laosi all looked stunned, but it was Xiao Zhu who started to groan.
"Don't be confused, you will understand after I finish speaking."
Ji Boying dusted off the soot.
"Remember a basic principle: more people don't necessarily mean more costs."
"Thinking from the perspective of number of people and thinking from the perspective of expenditure are two different directions."
When these words came out, Lao Zhu and his son were confused. They stopped eating noodles and stopped smoking. They were listening attentively, for fear of missing a sentence and not being able to keep up with Ji Boying's rhythm.
"You have fallen into a misunderstanding, which is to regard the number of people as a variable, and the total cost as the result."
"To understand from this misunderstanding, unless your old Zhu family is destroyed and exterminated, the number of clan members will inevitably increase as time goes by. Even if we reduce the number of title levels and cancel hereditary substitution, that will not be the case.
It just slows down the growth rate of this quantity."
Ji Boying just finished these words.
"Master Immortal, my nephew is not talented, why is it postponed? Cancel the hereditary substitution, and change the clan with the lowest title into an idle clan. There will be no need for the court to support it, and naturally there will be no impact on the court." p>
Zhu Biao couldn't help but ask questions.
"Good question."
Ji Boying smiled.
"Let's do an arithmetic problem."
"Conservative calculation, based on the average birth rate of five children per person, an emperor will give birth to five princes. The descendants of these five princes will be passed down to the Fengguo Lieutenant. How many descendants of the clan will need to be supported by the court."
As Ji Boying's words came out.
Including Lao Zhu, A Biao, Zhu Laosi, Xiao Zhusi, the CPU in their brains is almost burning up.
In the end, Lao Zhu, Zhu Laosi and Xiao Zhusi all gave up. This computing power had obviously exceeded their running memory.
The three of them all stared at Zhu Biao, the most knowledgeable prince in the old Zhu family.
‘Why are you all staring at me?!’
Zhu Biao secretly smacked his tongue, thinking that he had read the books of sages and sages, and had never learned abacus, so how could he come up with such a complicated calculation?
After glancing at the four people, Ji Boying didn't bother to wait.
"Five to the seventh power, total people."
"This is still the most conservative estimate. After all, with the fertility capacity of your old Zhu family, except for a few exceptions, you can have seven or eight sons in one person."
This is also true. There was no family planning in those days, and these clan members had no burden of life. They ate, slept, and ate every day. The only task in life was to carry on the family line and work hard to create people.
Not to mention eight or nine, he is a bit ruthless, he is simply a breeding pig.
To give a more extreme example, Zhu Zhongyi, the Qingcheng king who passed away in the second year of Hongzhi, gave birth to 44 sons. This amazed even Zhu Youtang, Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty, who only had two sons in his life, and Zhu Zhongyi's son Zhu Qizhen was even more so.
He is better than his master. He gave birth to 100 sons, and they were included in the clan roster, not counting the illegitimate children.
Zhu Zhongyi and Zhu Qizhen alone have contributed to thousands of people in the Zhu family in three generations.
"If we count one father and six sons, that's 280,000 people."
As soon as this number was exported, Lao Zhu Si and his son were instantly petrified.
Ji Boying glanced at the shocked Lao Zhu and the four others, without stopping, took a puff of cigarette and continued.
"Let's do another simple calculation."
"Based on the average number of men giving birth to children at the age of eighteen, it takes 144 years to pass on eight generations. That is to say, after a prince is granted a title, it will take 144 years for his descendants to be classified as idle clans."
"Of course, this number can be lowered. For example, if the knighthood level is reduced to level six, that would be 108 years."
On the one hand, I am surprised that Ji Boying's computing power is so strong; on the other hand, I am horrified that the number has soared so horribly.
Especially Lao Zhu, he now has nineteen sons, and he learned from Ji Boying that he will eventually have twenty-six sons. Based on this ratio, doesn't it mean that more than a hundred years later, he will have
Nearly ten million descendants of the Zhu family.
It’s so scary!
Lao Zhu's scalp feels numb just thinking about it, he can't afford it, he can't afford it at all!