The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Song Yuan looked at Zhou Yue's expression and thought she didn't believe it, so he quickly defended the emperor:

“Really, the emperor of this dynasty is really poor.

Our Dahui Dynasty established its capital in Beidu, and was the first dynasty to do so.

Since there was no old palace from the previous dynasty, Emperor Taizu simply slightly rebuilt the house of the county governor at that time and turned it into the imperial palace.

When the country was first established, it was not so bad, as there were few people. Taizu was a horse emperor, he kept himself clean, did not like women, and had a simple harem.

There are dozens of houses, which is quite livable.

Later, Emperor Taizong, although also a military general with outstanding military achievements, was a man of great character and had many admirers.

When the country was first founded, in order to stabilize the political situation and win over the hearts of the people, Emperor Taizong took more concubines into the harem.

The palace is no longer big enough to accommodate them.

There was no other choice but to buy the house next door and expand the palace.

But in that area, most of the people living nearby are not short of money, and some of them are easy to talk to. I heard that it was the saint who needed it.

He asked for a good price and agreed to sell it immediately.

Some people are very stubborn and say that it is their ancestral home and they refuse to sell it.

Therefore, there is still not enough room in this palace.

Sometimes several ladies of higher rank would crowd into one courtyard.

There were frequent quarrels, which caused unrest in the harem.

Let me give you an example so you can understand.

For example, one day the saint felt unwell and wanted to sleep in a little longer.

As a result, I was disturbed by the hawking sounds on the street.

In the past, there was a curfew at night, and the saints would attend court very early in the morning.

Because there is no feeling.

That time the saint wanted to sleep a little longer, but he really felt the hustle and bustle of the city.

He got angry, which was rare for him, and asked people to go and see what was going on. Who was so bold as to make such a noise under the palace wall?

The servants reported back that there was a morning market outside the saint's bedroom.

So every morning when you get up and it’s just daybreak, there will be a lot of sellers and buyers coming and going, so it’s naturally noisy.”

Uh, Zhou Yue was stunned.

In this palace, the emperor's bedroom is right next to the people's morning market.

Who would believe it if I told others? What kind of dynasty is this?

Even the declining European royal families in later generations were not so outrageous.

Although European royal families have no power, most of them are still rich.

No, how is the security of the palace done?

"Don't worry about security. Most of the citizens of Kyoto behave themselves and will not harm the saint."

Song Yuan replied.

Uh, unheard of.

See you soon.

Zhou Yue couldn't think of any dynasty in history that was like this one.

The Song Dynasty is a bit similar, but also different.

The Song Dynasty conquered the world without bloodshed, but this dynasty, like the Ming and Tang dynasties, was able to secure its rule through the joint efforts of two generations of emperors.

As Zhou Yue listened to Song Yuan's story, his mind was filled with random thoughts.

But it is still hard to figure out and guess. Did such a dynasty really exist in history?

“Well, Master Song, I understand what you said.

There is no need to complain. Give me one hundred taels or one hundred and twenty taels, I will accept it.

Don’t bother yourself with that.”

Song Yuan heaved a sigh of relief and said, "The saint is not an unreasonable person. He asked me to bring the two rabbits that were tributed to you."

He wouldn't say that it was actually the two rabbits that the eldest princess got, and they were extremely rare.

But the palace was too small and there were too few palace servants.

After raising them for a while, these two rabbits fell sick several times.

And made the princess's bedroom stink.

The palace servants who were in charge of cleaning and serving the rabbits were filled with resentment.

Although the saint's harem was smaller than that of his grandfather and father, it was not small for someone of his age.

Song Yuan complained in his heart that he was already 26 years old and didn't even have a wife.

The saint was only twenty-five years old, and there were eleven concubines in her harem. Except for the queen, the rest of the concubines were crowded in three palaces.

The seven princesses born to the saint were crowded into a larger palace.

The eldest princess raised rabbits, and her younger sisters couldn't stand the smell of rabbits, so they went to complain to the saint and the queen.

Their mothers also fought each other and had black eyes.

The saint was extremely anxious.

Therefore, under the pretext of rewarding them, he asked Song Yuan to throw the two broken rabbits far out of the palace.

Zhou Yue, of course, didn't know the twists and turns here, so he immediately thanked her, "Thank you, Saint, and thank you, Lord Song."

Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. One thing was done, but there was still one more thing to do.

He organized his thoughts, took a sip of tea, and continued:

"Aunt Zhou, I have something to ask of you."

"Well, you said."

"It's like this, I, I, my family is too poor, and if I marry Qingmei in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to support my wife and children.

I also want to do business and make money.”

This kid is really a thief with a heart of evil.

Zhou Yue couldn't help but frown as if he saw his own cabbages being eaten by pigs.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Yuan continued, "But officials appointed by the imperial court are not allowed to engage in business.

I myself don't have anyone I can trust.

I want to start a business with Qingmei. What do you think? "

Well, that’s a nice thought.

I want you to make money before we even get married?

Zhou Yue seemed to be thinking about something and did not answer.

“Although I don’t have much money now, I have a monthly salary.

I will be joining the army in the border areas soon, the income there is a little higher.

I also told my mother that from now on, I would save the money I earned to marry a wife.

My mother agreed.

"But my family doesn't even know what business to start, so how can we accept your investment?

Besides, if you lose the money you put into marrying a wife... "

"No, no."

"What? No compensation? Or?"

"I won't compensate you. Even if I do, I won't blame Qingmei."

That won’t do. If you end up relying on my family, I will make a profit and give you the person as compensation.

Not only do you lose money, but you also have to give someone else compensation.

It's a beautiful thought.

The brains of educated people are very useful and can fool people.

This move is a sure win business.

With a small amount of money, he wants to marry a beautiful woman and also get investment returns.

snort!

"By the way, I brought fifty taels of my own private money.

The saint heard about it and gave me 100 taels, and he also wanted to join. "

Wow, it turns out there is a backup plan.

"By the way, the saint knows that it is not easy for you farmers to do business, so I asked him for a handwritten letter."

Song Yuan took out a paper tube from behind and placed it on the old elm table.

He pulled out a paper roll and unfolded it to show Zhou Yue.

Zhou Yue took a closer look and saw a few large characters written in a flamboyant style: Ning's Shop.

"The sage was not good at reading, but he liked calligraphy. He learned calligraphy from the prime minister and the imperial tutor and made some progress.

Ministers in the court were willing to spend a fortune to get the saint's handwriting.

But you also know that the sage stipulated that ministers cannot engage in business, and he himself must set an example.

As the king of a country, how could he sell his calligraphy?

If this gets out, where will his face be?

Therefore, his calligraphy is rare in the market.

Many people are proud to own the handwriting of a saint.

And most officials also know his handwriting.

With this, it will be much more convenient for you to do business in the future.

Of course, you cannot just say that this was written by a saint.

Even if you tell him, he won't admit it.

If this is brought before the Emperor, you will be charged with impersonation."

This emperor is clearly trying to be both a powerful and a powerful person. He wants to become the major shareholder of Ning's enterprise with this letter and one hundred taels of silver.