Chapter Nine Hundred and Fortieth One Is Unclean During Chinese New Year

For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, there are only two people in the household department on duty, and one of them is Fang Xing's student.

There is not much to do on duty during the Chinese New Year, the main thing is to be ready to respond to Zhu Di's possible inquiries at any time.

There was a small pot on the stove, and Yao Ping stirred the stew in it. This was his lunch.

"Master Yao, there are a lot of snacks outside, why do you bother?"

The little official Yang San who accompanied him on duty couldn't help salivating when he smelled the fragrance.

In the pot are the leftovers from the Yao family's Chinese New Year, boiled together with cold rice, the taste is really good.

Yao Ping picked out a few pieces of dark red pork belly, and if they boiled again, they would melt in the pot.

Yang San swallowed his saliva, and said in surprise: "Lord Yao, the cooking of this meat is really novel! I have never seen it before."

Yao Ping licked his lips and said: "This is a delicacy taught by my teacher. Choose pork belly and cook it, then wipe it with rice wine lees, and fry it in a pan until it turns yellow-red. In addition, it is fried with pickled salt vegetables, sliced ​​pork belly, covered For salted vegetables, pour some soy sauce and sugar on top, steam them thoroughly in the pan, and turn them over when eating, it’s delicious!"

Yang San's saliva was almost drooling, and he said with emotion: "Xing He Bo is really omnipotent! Even the food is so unique, it makes people covet."

Yao Ping said with a smile: "This is leftovers from home, otherwise I can invite you to eat with me."

After all, Yang San couldn't hold back his face, but just remembered what Yao Ping said just now, and was going to try it when he got home today.

"My lord, is someone here to pay the tax?"

At this time the porter came in and reported.

Yang San was stunned and said, "What kind of tax do you pay for the big Chinese New Year? And you shouldn't come to the household department, right?"

Yao Ping also felt strange, so he asked, "Who is it?"

The concierge said with a bitter face, "My lord, it's Duke Ding."

...

Xu Jingchang stood calmly outside the household department, while the housekeeper was muttering that he shouldn't come, at least he shouldn't come in person.

Looking at those curious passers-by, Xu Jingchang said indifferently: "What do you know? This is the posture Fang Xing said. It's not a big fan. Can Your Majesty know?"

The housekeeper muttered, "Master Guo, at least Jin Yiwei and Dongchang will know."

At this time Yao Ping and Yang San came out. After seeing the ceremony, Yao Ping saw that the housekeeper was holding a banknote and asked, "Mr. Ding, this is..."

Xu Jingchang held his head high and said, "My country's father made a icing sugar and sold it. He thought that his relatives would have to share the country's worries. This is an advance payment of taxes. I will come back later next month."

Yao Ping took the banknote and watched Xu Jingchang walk away in a daze.

Yang San wondered: "Master Yao, this is strange! Except for the Marquis of Fuyang, who among the relatives has paid taxes? Could it be that he drank too much today?"

Yao Ping thought about Xu Jingchang's words just now, turned his eyes, and ordered: "You go to Master Shangshu's house to make an announcement, and I will set up an account here, and we will deal with it later in the year."

After Yang San left, Yao Ping stood at the door of the household department for a long time, the treasures in his hand were messed up by the wind, which made the porter wonder.

Do you want to make this known? So what if I fulfill you!

...

After Zhu Di heard about it, he just hummed and didn't express his opinion.

So the news began to spread smoothly.

"The Chinese New Year is not quiet!"

Zhu Gaochi was very tangled, he looked at the children and women sitting below, and said softly: "He is doing this to show his father, don't worry about it."

Liang Zhong nodded, and then went out to explain.

Zhu Gaochi was entangled in commercial taxes, because someone wrote a letter saying that Xing and Bo Fangxing were bewitching the king and competing for profits with the people. During the period, the rhetoric was fierce, which meant to destroy the imperial food.

And the people around Zhu Gaochi also had mixed opinions on this. He knew that most of the officials who did business secretly at home were opposed to this.

"Why isn't it quiet!"

The eyes of the women below turned, and various emotions were conveyed in their eyes.

...

As a grandson, Zhu Zhanji didn't have much to do during the Chinese New Year, so after the 'reunion dinner', he left, with a bunch of complicated eyes seeing him off.

"Go to Fangjiazhuang."

Zhu Zhanji arrived at Fang's house in a dull way. After entering the inner courtyard, he escaped the 'hidden weapon' issued by Tudou, and then went to the study with Fang Xing.

"Annoyed?"

Fang Xing threw a few candied hawthorns to him.

Zhu Zhanji ate in a muffled voice, and after eating, he asked, "Brother Dehua, the glass must have been produced long ago, right?"

"Yes, it will be mass-produced in the middle of last year."

Fang Xing told the truth very frankly, which was different from the truth in the memorial.

Zhu Zhanji froze for a moment, he thought Fang Xing would deny it, but...

Fang Xing smiled and said, "You think I'm that deep-minded person?"

Zhu Zhanji said with some embarrassment: "Brother Dehua, the glass is something you made, and I shouldn't put my beak on it."

Fang Xing sighed: "You have to know how big the benefits are in the glass. I hold it like a hot potato. Throw it away. I can't bear it. Don't throw it away. What the hell, I don't dare to be so rich!"

Zhu Zhanji asked in surprise: "Is it so profitable?"

Fang Xing smiled wryly and said, "It's very profitable, not ordinary. Let me use an analogy, this thing is similar to a cornucopia."

Zhu Zhanji didn't know the specific production process, and always thought that the cost was very high, and he was dumbfounded when Fang Xing broke it.

"How much does that cost?"

Zhu Zhanji knew how scary the price of glass would be, he counted with his fingers, raised his head for a while and said, "Brother Dehua..."

"Scary to death, isn't it?"

Fang Xing smiled, how much does the glass cost, who among those rich people would not want to replace the windows with glass? There is also the mirror, once it goes public on a large scale, the speed at which money can be circled can drive Xia Yuanji crazy.

"Brother Dehua..."

Zhu Zhanji swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said: "You and I can't make a decision on this matter, it must be dealt with by the emperor."

"Of course, I don't dare to sell it privately!"

Fang Xing is very sober, even in later generations, if you are worth hundreds of billions or trillions, those eyes can turn you into black charcoal.

What's more, at this time, the synonym of being rich and powerful is almost rebellion.

"Money! There will be a lot of money!"

Daming, don't look at the poor people, but there are a lot of rich people who are sincere, and the number of those local rich people is even more jaw-dropping.

Zhu Zhanji said eagerly: "Brother Dehua, it's best to get some relatives involved in this matter, otherwise it will be too eye-catching."

Fang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the difference between this and giving them money? Don't even think about it! I know what you're worried about. I'm going to hand over this business to the Ministry of Finance. Mr. Xia will never sell the production method. Anyone who wants to have to step over his corpse!"

"I only want 10%, and I won't keep this 10%. I will use it all to distribute textbooks, try to make it as cheap as possible, so that those poor families can also learn."

Zhu Zhanji moved and said: "Brother Dehua, you..."

Brother, I am not short of money! Want more money is the means!

Fang Xing said seriously: "The family and the country are the world, but what I hope more is that the family and the country are united, and the family and the country share the honor and disgrace. This is the Ming Dynasty in my heart!"

"Family and country, share honor and disgrace... bring the wine!"

Zhu Zhanji's eyebrows were full of excitement, and he shouted at the knife at the door.