When the starting point man crosses into a little eunuch

After sending off Zhu Houzhao, Zhang Mo did not return to the palace the next day as agreed at that time, and he did not even step into the palace for a long time in the future, and Zhu Houzhao did not send a single word.

"True; #8226; scumbag!" Said Yue'er, who was left behind by Zhu Houzhao to take care of Zhang Mo.

"Slag Gong and Shou Shou are a natural couple, Miss Yueer, instead of worrying about this pair of scumbags, why don't we... Hehe..." Eunuch Jiong showed a flirtatious smile, grabbed Yueer's hand and said, "The night is long, unintentional." How about sleep, how about we look at the stars and the moon and talk about life and why?"

Compared with Yue'er's worries about Comrade Zha Shou, Zha Gong is very calm, because Zhang Mo has been extremely busy in the past few months. First, he designed a huge water truck to solve the water problem in Huangzhuang, and then used Huangzhuang to solve the water problem. Jin fooled Qian Ning to find a prosperous shop in central Beijing for himself, preparing to open a restaurant in the future, and finally brought the potatoes, peppers, corn and other species that Jin Yiwei found into Huangzhuang.

As in the previous starting point YY articles, the villagers expressed their resistance to Zhang Mo's request not to grow edible food, but planted these inexplicable foreign crops, and expressed to Zhang Mo that they were under a lot of pressure.

But who is Zhang Mo?How could he, who is familiar with plot routines, be stumped by these ignorant villagers?I saw that he summoned all the villagers, and then he shook his body. After saying a word, he immediately let go of his domineering aura, making the villagers bow down and kneel in front of him, willing to be his brother.

"Mo Mo, what did you say at that time?" Huang Jin took a bite of the scallion pancake, looked at Zhang Mo and asked.

"I'm just saying... From now on, all farm tools and land properties will be owned by the collective of Huangzhuang. From then on, they will be regarded as hired workers of Huangzhuang, and they will be paid one tael of silver and one bucket of rice every month." Zhang Mo blew on the tea in the tea bowl, took a sip, Immediately frowned, it was bitter, but the tea in the palace was delicious.

"Oh..." Huang Jin nodded. Now during the Zhengde period, a large amount of silver from Europe had not flowed into China, and the silver was still very valuable.Four taels of silver is enough for a middle-class family in the capital to live a good life for a month, and one tael of silver is definitely enough for these miserable villagers to live a good life, not to mention a bucket of rice every month, rice is expensive in the capital, and a bucket of rice is also necessary For one tael of silver, in a famine year, it can even be sold for two or three taels.

Seeing Huang Jin's sudden realization, Zhang Mo smiled. The matter is naturally not as simple as he said. Chinese farmers have a strong sense of land, so how could they be easily fooled by him and give up their land?What's more, the big pot meal model of rural cooperatives has been proved to be unfeasible as early as the 60s and [-]s of the [-]th century. In order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, Zhang Mo has to formulate a lot of reward and punishment mechanisms, and assign production team leaders. Although his father-in-law helped him with the chores, his father-in-law didn't really understand many things due to the constraints of the times. In the end, he had to do it himself, which made him very busy. He was too busy to think about why there was a problem. The imperial decree forbidding him from entering the palace was issued, and why did Zhu Houzhao acquiesce in the issuance of this imperial decree? Not only did he not come to him crying and clamoring like before, but he didn't even send a letter, even Qian Ning and Yue'er and the others As if being ordered to keep silent, never mention anything about the palace.

But there's no need to let Huang Jin know about these troublesome things, and letting him know won't help, instead it will make him unhappy. He just needs to be responsible for the foolishness.

Zhang Mo propped his chin with his hands, and looked at Huang Jin who was eating scallion pancakes with a silly smile on his face, and his mood improved accordingly.

"Then Mo Mo, why do we come here?" Huang Jin looked at Zhang Mo with his head tilted, and asked in puzzlement, "You still spend so much money for those sea intestines?"

Qian Ning was running around for Zhang Mo's restaurant and shop. Jiong's father-in-law was dealing with unfamiliar crops in the fields every day, and Zhang Mo, the head of the family, left a lot of things in Fangshan and took the two of them to this bird. What kind of "sea intestines" are collected in a small fishing village that doesn't shit, Huang Jin has never heard of this kind of thing before, and only after he arrived did he realize that it was the garbage that the villagers used to feed pigs, and Mo Mo even paid for it.

"This...you will know in the future." Zhang Mo rubbed his chin and smiled happily. Money, those are all money, these ancient people don't even understand.

"You tell Xiao Jin." Huang Jin put down the oil cake in his hand, and stretched out his greasy hand to touch Zhang Mo's body, as if he was disgusting and worried.

"Hey, Rhubarb, I warn you, don't move, if you move slowly, I will sell you to these villagers as a wife." Zhang Mo pointed at Huang Jin's hand, threatening in a bad tone.

"Xiao Jin is not afraid, Xiao Jin is so good at kung fu, they can't beat Xiao Jin even if they are tied together, and still want Xiao Jin to be their wife? Bah!" Having said that, Huang Jin still put away his two greasy hands Come back and continue to eat cakes.

"Yes, yes, yes, I know Da Huang is very skilled in martial arts, otherwise, why would I bring you out this time? This shows that I believe in you!" Zhang Mo coaxed Huang Jin, looked at his face and continued Showing a brilliant smirk, he let out a long breath in his heart just now, this silly boy, his anger comes and goes quickly, so he is very coaxable.Martial arts are good, but you don't have brains. If you want to marry you as a daughter-in-law, you still need to use force?Just grab a steamed bun and you can trick her into bed.

Zhang Mo was thinking about it when a child about ten years old walked in from the door. As soon as the child saw Zhang Mo, he yelled: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Huang, the fleet is back."

"Come on, let's take a look." Zhang Mo clapped his hands and followed the child to the port.

They have been in this fishing village for more than ten days. Every day, the villagers go out to sea to catch sea intestines. Recently, sea intestines near the sea have been difficult to catch, and they have to go to the ocean to catch them.Although Zhang Mo knows that this is the inevitable result of overfishing and overfishing, and that one kind of creature will become extinct in his hands, but for his own money-making plan, so that someone will not die and have no money to bury him, Zhang Mo decided to go Sacrifice your noble character and be an environmental destroyer.

"Rhubarb, you don't know, this kind of thing is especially good for men..." Zhang Mo looked at the port busy unloading and the fishermen who were weighing, and leaned into Huang Jin's ear and said with an ambiguous smile.

"I don't know." Huang Jin shook his head, he is not a man, what does it have to do with him?

"It looks like you've never eaten delicious food, you know? This sea intestine is an important ingredient of Shandong cuisine." Zhang Mo continued to explain.

"I still don't know, but Mo Mo, are you planning to open a Lu restaurant?" Huang Jin touched his head and asked with a puzzled face: "But even if you are going to open a restaurant, you don't need to buy so many sea intestines, do you? Is it fresh? You are all sun-dried, so it won’t taste good when you cook it? Mo Mo, can’t you buy it in batches? There are tens of thousands of catties here, can you use so much?”

Regarding Huang Jin's series of questions, Zhang Mo just gave him a strange look, and replied casually: "Who said I want to open a Lu restaurant? Why does opening a Lu restaurant show my skills? If I want to open, I will open a capital city." No. As for the unusable ones..." Zhang Mo pointed to several hundred catties of sea intestines that had already been weighed, and said loudly to the villagers: "I bury them all in the ground."

"Mo Mo, are you crazy? Did you pay for this?" Huang Jin turned his head and looked at Zhang Mo in surprise, and reached out to touch the other's forehead, but avoided Zhang Mo who looked impatient.

"I'm not crazy, I'm normal. Monopoly, monopoly, do you understand?" Zhang Mo raised his head and pointed his chin at Huang Jin, "Even if others know where our secret recipe comes from, there are no more sea intestines. In the end, we are the only ones who have it, and no one else has it." Zhang Mo said triumphantly about his plan, and while he was talking, he suddenly raised his hand, waved it in front of his nose, and said to Huang Jin, "That's right. , do you smell something?"

"Of course I smell it. It smells so strong. You don't know how to smell it, do you?" Huang Jin replied angrily, frowning.

In the past ten days or so, Zhang Mo has collected at least tens of thousands of catties of sea intestines, and these sea intestines have only been roughly cleaned, and then transferred to the cleared area, where the women in the village spread them out carefully, and use dry The sea breeze and strong sunlight make it dried quickly.

However, with so many sea intestines piled up together, even though they had been washed, the strong, fishy smell permeated the air, which still made Huang Jin feel as uncomfortable as if he was soaked in a pile of salted fish.

"Okay, okay, don't complain, don't I have rhinitis and can't smell it? Don't be angry, I will treat you to something delicious when I get back to Beijing." Zhang Mo smiled, pointing to the piles of dried Good sea intestines, patted Huang Jin on the shoulder, and calmly said, "I'll cook it!"

"Plop!" Huang Jin's legs softened, kneeling on the ground, and said in a stern voice: "Mo Mo, what did Xiao Jin do wrong? You want to do this to Xiao Jin? You want Xiao Jin to die, you say it clearly, as long as you Yes, Xiao Jin will commit suicide immediately without saying a word. Take poisonous white silk or something else, there is always one that can satisfy you, you don't have to..."

"Stop, stop!" Zhang Mo turned his head, stopped Huang Jin's next words, and stretched out his hand to pull him up, "Get up, Xiao Jin, what are you doing? Is the food I cook so unpalatable?" Zhang Mo said that he was under a lot of pressure.

"It's not bad..." Huang Jin thought for a while and shook his head.

"That's right..." Zhang Mo said triumphantly, before he finished speaking, Huang Jin continued, "It's much tastier than pig food."

The smiling Zhang Mo's body froze for a moment, and then his eyebrows moved slightly, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and three words popped out between the teeth, "Damn brat!" It was neither light nor heavy, but it hit Huang Jin on the forehead.

I'm furious!It really pissed me off!Dead rhubarb, in the palace, I will share with you every day whether Xiaozhu left me food or snacks given out by the palace; outside the palace, I will buy as much as possible for you to eat, even in these few days The quality of life is not good, but there are fish and meat, and life is much better than that of ordinary people. As a result... you bloody rhubarb, you actually compare the rice I cook with pig food?hateful!Damn it!What does it mean to be better than pig food?Has he ever eaten pig food?

Looking at the back of Zhang Mo who was walking away angrily, Huang Jin pouted, rubbed his forehead, and got up from the ground with a puzzled face.

Momo, what's the matter?Why are you so angry?Is it because Xiao Jin said that the food he cooks is better than pig food?In fact, pig food is also quite delicious. Xiaojin wanted to eat pig food when she was a child. Every time she saw the big fat pig in the village head next door eating hot pig food, she wanted to try it. Unfortunately, Xiaojin’s family was poor. She couldn't afford to feed the pigs, so Xiao Jin had to go to the field to find bark and grass roots to eat.

Three days later, even if the villagers went to the far sea, they couldn't get much sea intestines, and the sea intestines they fished back these days were all buried deep underground by Zhang Mo amidst doubts, and tens of thousands of catties had been sun-dried. The dry sea intestines have already been loaded one after another, and Zhang Mo specially went to the city to hire a convoy to pick them up.

Although both the coachman and the villagers were curious about Zhang Mo spending a lot of money on sea intestines that no one would eat except pigs, it was the uncle who spent the money, and this young man spent a lot of money. Uncommon, coupled with fluent Mandarin, it can be seen that they are from a wealthy family, and everyone has the right to think that they are the prodigal sons of some family. They are so bored that they can't spend any money and come to help the poor.

Regarding the reaction of the villagers, although no one except Huang Jin has ever expressed it in front of Zhang Mo, thinking with his toes, he knows that these people will definitely not say anything good about him. He will talk about "the fool who paid for sea intestines back then".

Brother is no longer in the Jianghu, but there are still legends about Brother in the Jianghu.

Zhang Mo expressed that he was under a lot of pressure. In the past few days, he worked hard to stare at his sea intestines every day, and watched the hired coachman like a thief to transport the sea intestines into the city, and then found a water mill to prepare Grind the sea intestines into powder.

Originally, the hired workers in the mill could do this kind of thing, but in order to keep it secret, Eunuch Zhang, the future Quanyi, chose to do it himself. He had enough food and clothing. It took a few days to grind nearly two catties of sea intestines into powder, and then he himself The sea intestine powder was packed in big cloth bags one after another, and packed in the warehouse one after another. For the next few days, Zhang Mo stayed at the door of the warehouse day and night. Lying on the bed to rest for a while, I could still hear his piercing laughter in his dream from time to time.

"Momo, don't be so nice, it's scary." During the meal, Huang Jin looked at Zhang Mo who had lost weight, put down the bowl in his hand and said, "Look at you, you can't eat well, sleep well. I can't sleep well either, and I've lost a lot of weight, Xiaojin feels distressed."

"Ah, very good, I'm fine now." Zhang Mo, who hadn't had a good rest and meal for several days, although he looked a little sallow, emaciated and malnourished, his big eyes were full of energy, and he looked very excited. "I'm so refreshed that I don't need to rest. Time is money, and I can't bear to waste it."

"Really? Didn't you often tell Xiaojin that money is dung?" So every time Xiaojin sent monthly money, the dung was taken away by you saying "cute Xiaojin can't be a dung collector".

"Money is indeed dung, but without money, I'm even worse than dung." Zhang Mo showed no embarrassment, "But Xiao Jin, do you know?" Zhang Mo suddenly grabbed Huang Jin's arm, excitedly Shouted, "We've made a fortune, we've made a fortune, relying on these things, as well as peppers and sweet potatoes, it's no problem for the restaurant to earn a few hundred taels a month, a few thousand taels a year, and tens of thousands taels in ten years. It is no problem to earn a few hundred thousand taels after 16 years.”

"Hmm..." Huang Jin, who didn't understand the situation at all, nodded perfunctorily, looked at the somewhat crazy Zhang Mo, and keenly grasped the crux of the problem, "Why 16 years?"

"Because..." Zhang Mo blushed instinctively, and his frantic movements became awkward, "Why should I tell you?" He rolled his eyes at Huang Jin, and began to change the subject calmly, "By the way, you know If... if... I mean, if the emperor dies, how much will it cost to arrange his funeral? Do you know?"

"A million taels, right? I heard from Eunuch Zhang that when the first emperor died, he spent so much. At that time, his internal funds were all empty." Huang Jin scratched his head and answered uncertainly.

"Hundred...come...ten thousand..." Zhang Mo froze, repeating Huang Jin's words with dull eyes.

Changing customs, cracking down on extravagance and waste at funerals should become the national policy of the Ming Dynasty, which will remain unwavering for 100 years.