Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Chapter 89

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"This is the money the people use today." The officials below carefully brought a string of copper coins to Lin Yuan.

After Lin Yuan took it, he looked at it carefully. The front of the copper coin was "Treasure of Truth", the back was "Ji" and "Quanchao", as well as "Wufen" and "One Coin".

This is the copper coin of the Yuan Shundi period.

Lin Yuan had never made copper coins before—it was not stable enough, and the site was not large enough. Even if he made money himself, it would not be easy to circulate.

Make paper money? The acceptance of the people should be good. After all, the Yuan Dynasty did a good job on paper money, but it was too troublesome to prevent counterfeiting.

Making copper coins and gold and silver, Lin Yuan felt that this was a step backwards.

After all, he already had paper money, and it was a pity to exchange it for copper coins, gold and silver.

Lin Yuan asked, "Can the people outside still use the money?"

Can the money be used by all the surrounding prefectures and counties, or is it only Pingjiang

The first time the official saw Lin Yuan, his heart was about to pop out of his chest. He felt that this was the closest time he had ever been to a promotion in his life. You can't even buy the cheapest grain."

Lin Yuan nodded: "This money can't be used anymore."

The official swallowed his saliva: "Yes, yes, your lord is right!"

Lin Yuan looked at this official. He was about sixty years old. If he was in the Taiping period, he would have reached the age when he should retire and return to his hometown. However, the retirement of officials is different from modern times, and there is no fixed retirement time. However, most officials, at home If the children are good enough, they will sue in advance. After all, if the old man doesn't go down, the newcomer can't come up. No emperor would be willing to let the whole family be high-ranking officials.

But there are also some who know that their descendants will not be able to get their own seats, and they are in their 70s and 80s. As long as the emperor does not mention it, they will pretend not to know their age and continue to work.

"It's still copper coins." Lin Yuan said to the official, "God bless China" is engraved on the front, and on the back... I'll talk about it in a few days..."

He still has to think about it, he has to have an era name to make copper coins, and he is now an emperor

Not in line with his plan, Lin Yuan could only say to the official: "Use the most positive money first."

The official didn't know what Lin Yuan was thinking, but he couldn't open his mouth to ask, and said quickly, "Your Excellency is right!"

Lin Yuan was laughed at by the sixty old men, and asked him with a smile, "Where are you from?"

The official said quickly: "Xiaguan Pingjiang native, surnamed Sun, Sun Zhilin!"

This man had a loud voice, and he spoke like a roar. His face was flushed, and he looked a few years younger.

"What was it for?" Lin Yuan asked again.

Sun Zhilin's eyes bulged very big - he was born with small eyes and looked like squinting at people, in order not to make Lin Yuan feel that he was disrespectful, he made his eyes bulge so hard that he didn't dare to blink: "Xiaguan used to be in charge of Zhuangzi. !"

Zhuangzi is a public family. Every year, the money and food earned by the Zhuangzi must be handed over to the warehouse. This errand is good or bad.

The good thing is that this one must have oil and water, although not too much, but not too little.

The bad part is that you can't get in touch with the center of power when you do this. Even a small official below has more weight than his words.

A group of people went down Pingjiang, so he was brought up.

Lin Yuan asked him, "How is your home now?"

Sun Zhilin smiled brightly: "Okay, it's much better than before! It's all the benefits that you brought me, the people of Pingjiang all look at it! There is no one more wise and martial than you."

It is not difficult to be praised by others, Lin Yuan is also used to it, and after saying a few more words to Sun Zhilin, he asks people to go down.

There is no hurry to mint new money.

Now get out the copper coins, and the flow is still a big problem.

Money only makes sense if it is in circulation, otherwise it is dead money.

No hurry, still no hurry.

Lin Yuan sat on the chair, expressionless, thinking about what he had done along the way.

Some things are too rushed.

Shouldn't be in such a hurry.

He is seriously introspecting.

He wanted to change everything that should be changed in one go, but he never thought that the world is so chaotic, people are unstable, and good things sometimes turn into bad things.

Lin Yuan finally realized that Song Shizhao was right in saying that the people were too tired.

The people needed to recuperate, and Lin Yuan became too fast for the people to keep up.

Lin Yuan felt a little weak, leaned on the chair, the tea in hand was cold, but without him speaking, the servants dared not come in to change the tea, so he finished the cup of cold tea, feeling that his throat and stomach were cold.

He hasn't felt this powerless for a long time.

Is he wrong

Lin Yuan felt that his idea was right, and what should be changed should be changed.

But he shouldn't be so quick, and his methods shouldn't be so straightforward.

Lin Yuan instructed his servants: "Please come to Director Song."

The servant responded, and in less than half an hour, the person had already arrived.

Lin Yuan personally invited Song Shizhao in.

"Sir." Lin Yuan stood in front of Song Shizhao and said, "After thinking about it, I found that Mr. is justified."

Song Shizhao knew his position very clearly now, and did not dare to take Qiao in front of Lin Yuan, and said quickly, "Xiaguan has also thought about it carefully. There is something wrong with Xiaguan. Your lord's direction is right, because Xiaguan is ignorant."

The two looked at each other, and Lin Yuan sighed: "Pingjiang today is not my Pingjiang."

This land belongs to him, but the people have not returned to their hearts. For Gaoyou, Nan Bodhisattva is a life-saving medicine and the only vitality in their hands, so they can quickly keep up with Lin Yuan's pace, not so much to keep up, in fact It's because they didn't think about anything, they did what Lin Yuan said, so the strong action made Lin Yuan feel that it was normal.

But it's not.

Pingjiang is a counter example.

The people of Pingjiang live a quiet and peaceful life, and they are rich. Even the most ordinary households do not worry about food and clothing. Small households have servants, and those who are a little richer have a collection of books at home—not in this era. Everyone can have a collection of books. Generally speaking, books are passed down from father to son, from son to grandson, and passed down from generation to generation.

A collection of books must have dozens of books to be called a collection of books.

Although movable type printing is already available, books have always been the property of the ruling class, not readable by everyone, otherwise there would not be so many illiterates.

During the Taiping period, books were wealth. The more books a family had, the more expensive the family and the higher their social status.

Back then, when Father Lin asked to marry an old girl, Mrs. Yang, he also valued the books in Father Yang’s hands. The poor Yang family couldn’t even afford to eat, and they were unwilling to sell books, preferring to starve to death while guarding those books.

It's a pity that Father Lin's idea failed. After Yang's marriage, Father Yang relied on Father Lin's betrothal gift to relax his sigh of relief, and adopted a boy from the family. The library and property were naturally passed on to the boy.

When there are too many scholars, they will be unruly. They think they know ten thousand truths, but they are just unlucky, otherwise one or two can go straight to the sky.

On the contrary, people who don't read are obedient, they don't understand the big truth, they only know that what the people above say is what they say.

It was only then that Lin Yuan understood why the ancients kept restricting the reading of the common people—in addition to the expensive reasons for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the more important thing was to rule.

Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao, "I have something to trouble you sir."

Song Shizhao: "The lower official must do it properly."

Lin Yuan: "In the opening ceremony, those scholars... have to treat them."

Lest they come to get in the way, their eyes are high and their hands are low, the big truths are right and right, and opening their mouths is the sage's words of Confucius and Mencius. In Lin Yuan's eyes, they are not as useful as the farmers who cultivate the land. The farmers can bring food anyway, what will these people do

If he is not engaged in production, he will only study hard, even if he is an official - Lin Yuan is afraid that they will go out and harm one party.

Song Shizhao smiled and said, "Then leave it to the next official."

So Song Shizhao selected more than 20 people and sent them a post, inviting their sons and grandchildren to participate in the literary meeting. The literary meeting was an elegant affair, which was a group of people sitting in the room chatting and drinking, writing a few poems, or writing a few characters. If it is a little more turbulent, it can attract prostitutes. The poems written by prostitutes are sung by prostitutes, and it is also an anecdote for literati.

Lin Yuan sometimes didn't understand that it was this group of people who looked down on prostitutes the most, and it was this group of people who held prostitutes the highest.

Ten out of ten confirmed the ancient version of "True Fragrance".

Everyone who was handed invitations by Song Shizhao went, and everyone was quite excited.

After all, although Song Shizhao had been neglected before, he was brought by Nan Bodhisattva recently, not to mention worse than before, obviously better than before.

Is it still a bad thing to hold such a leg

Besides, Nan Bodhisattva has not yet held the imperial examinations, and he has no chance to be promoted, but as long as Song Shizhao is recommended, based on their ability, is it not easy to be an official

Song Shizhao first chatted with them from house to house, and he called everyone's name. He even knew who the other's father was, whether there were famous people in the family, and the book collection of each family. smug.

Then Song Shizhao said: "Now that Nan Bodhisattva has just arrived in Pingjiang, he has a lot of things to do.

The group of scholars began to sigh together and said, "How can this be good!"

"Yes, after all, there are few scholars, and even fewer understand the truth. What do the people know? It's just stupid people."

Song Shizhao praised them again, saying that they were all rare talents, for fear that they would not be willing to help each other.

The group of scholars added: "Where is the director of Song, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Although we are scholars, but we also know the priorities, how can we be so ignorant?"

So Song Shizhao was very happy, and immediately ordered a few people to go with him to see Nan Bodhisattva.

Before waiting for the other dozen or so scholars to speak, he dragged them away.

Lin Yuan also sealed them off officials—no real power, just a good look.

When these scholars returned home, they realized in a trance that they were officials

As soon as a few of them appeared, other scholars would hate and envy them. The most powerful thing among scholars is the pen and mouth. They united and planned to get those few people down. As for who will go up at that time, that will be a matter of the future.

But in this way, these people began to become Lin Yuan's answering worms.

After all, they have also discovered that it is not difficult to be an official, as long as Nan Bodhisattva sees them, they will be a blockbuster.