Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 468

Chapter 468 Conceived a crime.

"Cough, prime minister, it's like this, in this backgammon, the black stones in the first hand cannot be dropped at the same time to form two or more three-in-row..."

Feng Tubie wants to make rules.

"You didn't say that when you won just now."

Zhuge Liang glanced at him again, "Now that you lose, you want to change the rules?"

These words are very meaningful, very meaningful.

Feng Tubie pretended not to understand, and pointed to the chessboard, "Prime Minister, this sunspot has an advantage by moving first."

"Yes, the first move has an advantage."

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty cleared the chessboard as if nothing had happened, "You didn't make a good rule at first, but now you want to make a decision after losing? Don't you think it's too late?"

So there is nothing to talk about?

"Again?"

Zhuge Liang picked up the chess piece and looked at Feng Yong.

Feng Tubie suddenly wanted to flip the table!

You take the sunspot first, this is the second set, you can come up with a double-three killer move, how can you still play?

I am not shaking M, I like to seek abuse.

Zhuge Liang saw the kid's aggrieved look, and couldn't help laughing immediately, "Okay, listen to you, ban more than two triplets."

"Two or more."

Feng Yong tried his best to correct.

"Listen to you." Zhuge Liang said with a sigh, "You also know that rules are important. The woolen cloth industry has been in business for more than two years. Shouldn't there be rules?"

"Isn't the wool fine now?"

Feng Tubie's hands trembled, and he began to play dumb.

"Now your woolen notes are better than the copper coins minted by the imperial court, isn't it good?"

Zhuge Liang sneered, "It's okay to use Guan Zhongzhi's technique in the north, but you want to use it on the big man?"

Feng Yong stared at the chessboard, pretending to be thinking hard to hide his panic, and then secretly glanced at the opposite side.

The prime minister's eyes were burning like fire, and he was staring at him.

Damn it, I miscalculated!

Feng Tubie was a little frustrated, forgetting that the old monster Zhuge used Guan Zhong as his example.

From the explanation of Guan Zhongzhi's art by the old demon Zhuge just now, this Guan Zhong is worthy of being the patriarch of China's economy, and he even knew about the economic war a long time ago.

Then it is not surprising that Zhuge Old Demon knew that he secretly built a credit system based on woolen cloth.

"You wait for the two of you to guard the door, and don't let anyone in."

Zhuge Liang waved his hand, signaling the two behind him to avoid.

After Li Feng and Wang You left, Zhuge Liang asked, "How much money is printed in Hanzhong a month?"

Prime Minister, is this not good for you? What about trade secrets!

"Naturally, as much felt as there is, we can print as many tickets as possible."

After Feng Yonggang said this, he heard a sneer.

Feng Yong looked up, and as expected, he saw the big Han prime minister looking at him with a sneer.

It's just this kind of thing, he must have no choice but to bite the bullet and go on, "If not, someone took the extra money to change the felt, and if they can't get it out, wouldn't it be a scam?"

Zhuge Liang snorted coldly, then took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve, threw it on the chessboard, and without speaking, just raised his chin, signaling Feng Yong to open it.

"What's this?"

Feng Yong opened it with some trembling but forced himself to be calm.

"Statistics on the labor force sold in Wei County and Dianchi Lake show that there are more than 16,000 in total. Among them, you have guaranteed nearly 12,640. Each of them is 70 yuan, so you have paid 88 Four thousand eight hundred coins."

The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty immediately reported the data in the report above.

"So much?"

Feng Yong pretended to be very surprised and exclaimed.

"Pretend! You continue to pretend for me! The statistics are still taught by you! Eight hundred and eighty-four thousand eight hundred yuan! Do you know how much income the court had in a year when Emperor Huan was in power?"

"How many?"

"Eight million yuan! Do you know how much tax the big man collected this year?"

"How much... how much?"

Feng Tubie's voice trembled a little.

"Excluding Nanzhong's income from selling labor, it is less than one million yuan!"

Zhuge Liang stared at Feng Yong, "That is to say, you can almost pay a big man's annual tax!"

"Why? With your Hanzhong ranch and workshop?! Do you think I will believe it? How long are you going to hide it?"

Zhuge Liang asked sternly.

Feng Yong's legs suddenly felt weak.

"Prime... Prime Minister, big... big man is so poor, can't you blame me?"

Zhuge Liang suddenly wanted to strangle this kid to death!

"Then you can stay in this prison with peace of mind for the rest of your life! What a coward!"

"Don't… well, I say."

Feng Yong finally gave in.

So you locked me up, the root cause is this?

"How many were printed?"

"When I gave guarantees to people who bought labor in Nanzhong this year, I probably printed two...three times more."

Feng Yong wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, feeling that the stove is really hot, too hot.

"That is at least three times! How did you support it?"

Hearing this, Zhuge Liang's eyes flashed extremely brightly, just like the eyes of a wolf seeing fat.

"Time difference and travel difference."

Feng Tubie thought to himself what is this? At the lowest point, the reserves of the banks of later generations were only 6%, a leverage of more than ten times.

Where am I?

"From Nanzhong to Jincheng, it usually takes two months to send news to each other back and forth. It takes at least one and a half months to send news from Jincheng to Hanzhong, and then to transport wool cloth from Hanzhong to Jincheng. Three and a half months."

"In this way, at least it will take three more months to pay for it. In addition, those people in Jincheng who have notes in their hands don't get them at the same time. The time is long or short, so the warehouse can be pressed down. There are a lot of wool cloth, so if you calculate it in this way, as long as you have 30% of the wool cloth in your hand, it will be enough to pay for it."

Zhuge Liang's eyes became brighter the more he listened. If it wasn't for maintaining the image of the prime minister, he would have drooled, “Aren't you afraid that if someone finds out, you will suddenly take the ticket and exchange it for wool?”

Zhuge old demon can think of such a thing as a run based on his own description. This IQ is no one else.

"What are you afraid of? How could they know this?"

Speaking of which, Feng Yong took a sneaky look at Zhuge Liang again, thinking to himself, apart from you, a demon who controls the whole big man, and keeps staring at his own wool, who else has the ability to guess the tricks?

"Besides, in the past two years, wool cloth has always been a good thing that is in short supply. As long as the ranches and workshops in Hanzhong are fine, they will definitely believe that the tickets are always worth the money."

This is the benefit of establishing a credit system, plus the golden signboard that I carefully built, as long as there are no major incidents, everything is easy to talk about.

Who dares to doubt the earning power of the big man Feng Langjun?

"Except for yourself, who are the people who use the notes?"

"This, this ticket, anyone can use it, how do I know?"

Feng Tubie was still thinking of playing tricks, but the prime minister of the Han Dynasty sneered again,

Feng Tubie's heart trembled, so he could only laugh dryly, "Except for a few of us who use it for ourselves, the ones who use it the most on weekdays are naturally the big merchants in Jincheng."

"However, through guaranteeing the labor sales in Nanzhong this time, many nobles in the Han Dynasty also like to use tickets, after all, it is more convenient."

"Where are those big families in central Sichuan? Have they bought a lot of wool over the past year? Do you recognize the tickets?"

Zhuge Liang's eyes flashed brightly, and he asked.

"Of course, didn't I just say that? Many people came to exchange the tickets one month before they expired. Besides, there is no one behind any big merchant in Jincheng..."

Feng Yonggang said such a sentence, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, he suddenly raised his head: This old monster Zhuge deliberately pointed out a big family, what did he want to do? Do you really want to take the opportunity to make trouble again?

This is the credit system I have worked so hard to build!

I saw a satisfied smile on Zhuge Liang's face, and his voice became more and more kind, "This ticket, how long can you let it be issued?"

"Prime Minister, this deadline is not set arbitrarily."

Feng Yong said anxiously.

Tickets set a deadline, in addition to the need for anti-theft, there is also the delivery time of the lever, and the actual supply period of the felt.

If you really want to mess around, you will kill yourself sooner or later.

Seeing the old demon Zhuge showing such an expression, and then asking such words, Feng Yong, who has seen the crazy appearance of financial leverage in later generations, can think of what he is going to do with his heels.

Damn it, I just played a little leverage in Nanzhong, even Li Yi and others didn't see anything unusual, I didn't expect that old monster Zhuge was so keen.

"Doesn't Nanzheng still have a workshop? What are you afraid of?"

Zhuge Liang said dissatisfied.

With your rotten wool that even barbarians don't want? Give me a break!

Looking at the real estate of later generations, one should understand that leverage is addictive, and if it is not good, it will get out of control, dragging the national economy into the abyss without looking back.

Of course, that is in the context of the era of world economic integration.

If it is placed in this era of small-scale peasant economy, because the activity of economic activities is extremely low, the fluctuations will be much smaller, but that is relative to the entire country.

For Feng Yong, if it is not done well, the wool cloth credit system that he has worked so hard to establish will definitely collapse directly.

When the time comes, the reputation will be ruined, and it will be a trivial matter to be splashed with feces at the gate of Feng's residence.

How many people want to tear him into pieces, and it is a big deal to die with him.

It is estimated that they will be lined up from Fengzhuang to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Jincheng.

He couldn't help but not be afraid.

"What exactly the Prime Minister intends to do, can you tell Yong? Maybe Yong can help out with an idea."

Feng Tubie only felt that he was sweating all over.

Hot, this cell is too hot.

"Oh? It seems that this matter is really serious, and you don't want to let go?"

Zhuge Liang glanced at Feng Yong in surprise, "Is it because you don't want others to get your money?"

As he spoke, he frowned again, "This banknote is better than the imperial court's copper coins now. This printed banknote is no different from minting coins. You don't want to keep it in your hands all the time, do you?"

"of course not."

Feng Yong shook his head.

Wool bills, as the old demon Zhuge said, are equivalent to the right to mint coins in a small area.

This kind of power, no matter how big or small, should actually be controlled by the state.

But the current situation is a bit special. It is based on the pastures and workshops in Hanzhong, and Feng Yong's own reputation is used as a guarantee to establish a credit system.

Just hand it over like this, let's not talk about whether you are willing or not, just say that the court really wants to use this kind of leverage and becomes addicted. It's political instinct.

It's not that he doesn't believe in the old demon Zhuge, but that he doesn't believe in politicians.

"It's not impossible for the prime minister to use this kind of banknotes. But it can't be used in the name of Nanxiang County Workshop or me. I can hand over all the craftsmen who printed the banknotes to the court, and the court can use it in its own name. "

"At that time, the ticket will have nothing to do with Nanxiang, and it has nothing to do with me, and Nanxiang will never print a ticket again."

What I want is your kind of money, the money of the imperial court, who will recognize it?

Zhuge Liang glanced at Feng Yong with great dissatisfaction, and asked again, "What are you afraid of?"

"Fear of death."

Feng Yong answered honestly.

Zhuge Liang frowned: "Why is it so serious? With me here, who would dare to touch you?"

Feng Yong glanced at Zhuge Liang, but said nothing.

I just don't believe in political creatures anyway.

"How to print these bills, you can't keep it in your hands forever. If you can print three times more today, you will dare to print thirty times more in the future. If something goes wrong, can you afford it?"

It is absolutely impossible for the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, who has a strong desire for control, to just watch the bills that can shake the taxation of the Han Dynasty drift out of his control.

But Feng Yong's rare resolute attitude made Zhuge Liang somewhat at a loss.

Feng Yong stuck his neck stubbornly: This is what I want to say to you too.

Today I secretly printed three times more tickets, tomorrow you will brazenly print thirty times more tickets.

Instead of waiting year after year with fear and fear for the day when the sword will come, it is better to grit your teeth today and not give in.

The old and the young just stared at each other.

"How are you doing?"

Zhuge Liang rubbed his forehead, and finally gave in, after all, he wanted something from the other party.

If this kid is in a hurry and cancels the ticket directly, then the loss outweighs the gain.

It takes money to restore the people's livelihood of the great Han, money is needed to rectify the armament, and even more money is needed for the Northern Expedition.

The prime minister of Han Dynasty, who has been calculating his budget carefully, found that he started to have a little more money last year.

After the southern expedition was completed this year, it was discovered that not only was there no shortage of finances, but there was an extra income from labor.

Then, after following the clues, I discovered that a certain **** boy was able to conjure up nearly a year's tax of a big man out of thin air through some unknown means!

Simply!

Don't say that you are no longer a child, even if you are a child, I will not let you go!

"Let's do this, Prime Minister, let's take a step back. We will still print the tickets. If the imperial court has any needs, they can raise them. As long as they can be met, we will try our best to meet them. If they can't, I will give an explanation."

"But how much to print in the end is up to us to decide, and the imperial court cannot force it."

The government of later generations can't control their own hands, and they are desperately trying to get more seals. Naturally, Feng Yong can't trust the government at this time.

Crazy printing of tickets is cool for a while, and printing has been cool all the time, but the common people will be upset when it is cool.

"No! If you are allowed to print, who knows how many you will print? Nanzhong was lucky that time. If you can't cope with it next time, it will cause turmoil in Sichuan in the end. You will not be able to forgive your head if you cut off your head."

Look, this hasn't even started yet, thinking about beheading me.

Feng Yong curled his lips, "The imperial court can send someone to look at it. We will make a plan based on the actual situation for how much we print every year."

"Unless there is an emergency that requires temporary printing, we will make suggestions to the imperial court and request additional printing based on how much we can support. If the imperial court does not allow it, we will give up."

The supervision of the imperial court, in fact, this credit system also has the endorsement of the imperial court, and it will be much stronger.

Some powers must be given up. There is no way to do this.

After all, the right to mint coins was originally the right of the imperial court. It was only under such special historical conditions that I took advantage of it because of a coincidence.

"Do you want to print more?" Zhuge Liang understood the meaning of Feng Yong's words.

"Nanzhong, there are more places to use money to cultivate Nanzhong."

Feng Yong explained.

(end of this chapter)

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