Royal Gold Magistrate

From one talk to ten, the host was tired and thirsty.

The people in the audience were also choked up, but they reluctantly persevered at the thought of being able to redeem the prize immediately.

After most people learn it, they start to gesture and draw the words they just learned.

There are even some people who are so silly that they have learned to write, even though they don't know much.

But how can ordinary people know how to write?

Many people couldn't remember well, for fear that they would miss the chance of winning the lottery, they began to whisper to each other.

Seeing this, Fangzheng quickly hinted to the host to take a break,

Always shouting so hoarsely, normal people can't bear it, even if it is a storyteller all the year round.

The host gave Fangzheng a grateful look, and said loudly again: "Okay! I think everyone already has some experience, and you can exchange and learn from each other."

"Let's perform a show for everyone to relax. Please listen to the poem recitation."

"Long live my emperor!"

"Author: Mr. Loyalty Sai"

After speaking, the host slowly retreated, another performer picked up, and immediately started a performance with rich voice and emotion.

"Oh! Your Majesty, you are a ray of light in my life..."

"Spring nourishes all things, Your Majesty nourishes..."

Listening to the blunt and nasty words on the stage, black lines drooped down the foreheads of the three elders.

The favor that Fang Zhengyi had just raised suddenly disappeared.

Face!face! ?Is it really possible to be a human being without any face?

The three old men wished they could look up to the sky and scream, scolding this bastard. They really did everything they could, had no bottom line, and no literati's strength!

The perpetrators, of course, didn't care about it.

Everything is for the people!

Wearing thousands of clothes, flattering but not wearing clothes, as long as I Fangzheng shoots every day, every day, I will be able to become Pavlov one day.

The discipline emperor smiled when he heard what I said, and it's not easy to do what he wants to do at that time!

May I ask who doesn't like wearing a tall hat?What's more, I, Fang Zhengyi, have advanced workplace experience in the 21st century, how can the ancients be able to stop it! ?

Hehe, what Banshan Plaza is just a stage for me, Fang Zhengyi, to display my talents.

"Hey! Look, Fang Zhengyi is there!" Zheng Qiao suddenly spotted Fang Zhengyi in the crowd, and pointed.

Zhang Dongxiang stared at him immediately: "Damn..."

Rolling up his sleeves, he rushed towards Fang Zhengyi, and the other two quickly followed.

Zhang Dongxiang angrily pushed aside the crowd, and walked straight towards Fang Zhengyi, reaching out to grab Fang Zhengyi's collar.

Suddenly a big man with killing intent stood in front of him.

Zhang Dongxiang put down his hand in a friendly manner, and Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao were also in a panic.

As soon as Fangzheng saw Zhang Biao suddenly flashing behind him, he looked back.

Seeing this, I was amused: "Hey, the three seniors are here too? Zhang Biao, one of our own, get out of the way."

Li Yansong and the others hurriedly held the prize tickets behind their hands, and said with a straight face, "Well, look!"

"Too... where is Mr. Li?"

Listening to his question, Fang Zhengyi also became puzzled. Li Yuanzhao has been playing like crazy these days, he is curious about everything, and he seems to have a special liking for fines.

Although every time he was caught, he was fined more than ten or twenty cents, but he still enjoyed it.

Even afterward, there were very few people defecating indiscriminately on the street, and Fang Zhengyi despised this guy chasing and whistling around people who seemed to be unable to hold back.

Today, due to the large number of people, most people gathered in the square again. Fang Zhengyi specially ordered the manure pickers to work earlier to clean up the latrines in the workshop.

In the past, these jobs were done only in the early hours of the morning. After Li Yuanzhao heard about it, he was curious about how the manure pickers worked, so he went to watch them pick up manure.

It stands to reason that I should have come back a long time ago... If I didn't come back at this point, I would have fallen into the cesspit!

But it shouldn't be a problem, it should be no problem to assign him a few guards.

Maybe it's because he's crazy about playing. At this age, he has strong hands-on ability. Maybe he went up to dig up the dung by himself... After all, the prince has a way of playing with dung.

Fang Zheng said together: "Young Master Li is out to play, maybe he will come later."

"What are the three seniors here today?"

Zhang Dongxiang couldn't wait to jump out, pointing at the stage and blushing: "Fang Zhengyi, I see that you have some talent, why are you so shameless!"

Fang Zheng glanced at the stage, shrugged, and said calmly, "It's nothing, I just said what others wanted to say but didn't dare to say."

"What reason do I have to become what you like, to go against His Majesty, to say some harsh words, to offend His Majesty? Then some mediocre officials will fight together?"

"It's a joke! I, Fangzheng, only look at the results and don't ask about the process. I just serve the people. Three seniors, am I right?"

The three of them were silent, and what Fang Zhengyi said was right to a certain extent.

After all, they are all in the circle, so it is inevitable that they have the urge to lick, but isn't it a bit too much for you to lick so nakedly?

But for the sake of your kid's ability, let me spare you once!

Li Yansong asked curiously: "How did you think of teaching the people these strange numbers? You can use other words to replace them. Your method refreshes the eyes of the old man, but it is better to teach some benevolence, righteousness and morality, and the words of a sage!"

Fangzheng asked back: "Can the words of a sage be eaten?"

"You!!" The three of them stared angrily. It's fine if you have no character, and you don't want to be a scholar?

Fang Zhengyi didn't bother to talk to them, he waved his hands and said, "There's no other reason, isn't it easy to learn! These people have never been educated to read the words of a sage, and they can't draw a lottery? They can learn it in a while. Is it?"

The three laughed and said nothing, so you are right.

For a while, he was so quick to talk, but he forgot that the common people basically never read books.

Numbers are very important. Although the common people are illiterate, it does not mean that they are illiterate. They are smarter than anyone else in buying vegetables in the market.

This is the more important reason why Fang Zhengyi chose numbers.

After the common people know the basic numbers and number rules, they can clearly mark the price and set the price tag in the market.

In today's market transactions, how much something sells depends on the people buying it first, and then bargaining.

It can be said that the whole process is opaque.

What Fang Zhengyi likes most is to start small, with low cost and high profit.

If the vast majority of people know the numbers, he can start to force the price tags on the commodities on the market.

In this way, people can compare their purchases, and the competition among merchants will become more intense, and the people will benefit from it.

Clear and transparent prices often lead to better flow of goods.

Seeing the three old men standing there stupidly, Fang Zhengyi enthusiastically took out three notes from his sleeve.

"Come, come! Three seniors, those who come to the lottery today will have a share. I still have a lottery ticket here. Let's play together."

Then he pulled Zhang Dongxiang's hand involuntarily, and slapped the prize ticket into his hand. Fangzheng's sharp eyes saw another prize ticket in his palm.

Jokingly said: "Ah! It turns out that several seniors already have it! That's really embarrassing."

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