Wei Xizhuang is now excited, nervous and frightened, looking at Zhou Zhengdao nervously: "I know I am a sensible person. I ask you if I can answer it?"
Although Wei Xizhuang knew the danger, it was Feng Hou Bo. Not only did he soar into the sky alone, but he could also stretch his descendants. How big is this? How many people can resist
Zhou Zheng stared at Wei Xizhuang with an unprecedented seriousness. He said word by word: "If you don't want to die, don't pick up this one. Just kill you immediately and turn your face with Wei Zhongxian, and you can't pick up!"
Wei Xizhuang looked at Zhou Zheng's unprecedented solemn expression, and the corners of his mouth moved, not knowing what to say.
Zhou Zheng knew that he couldn't dispel the kind of hope in Wei Xizhuang's heart with a single word, and he had to hesitate if it was him.
Zhou Zheng pondered for a moment, and said, "Forbearance! Forbearance for one year! Since Wei Zhongxian wants to give you these junior titles, he doesn't care about this moment. Your foundation is unstable, and you are rushing to the top, and you are not Wei Liangqing. If the court has too much objection, there may be some People were sacrificed to the flag."
Wei Liangqing, Suninghou, Wei Zhongxian's nephew, was the first person Wei Zhongxian sought for the title of his descendants. Now there has been news that he will be promoted to Suningbo at the annual meeting. Zhuangtian is 8,000 hectares, with an annual salary of 19,000. The mansion is modeled after Xinjian.
The new uncle, Wang Shouren, is also the title of Wang Yangming.
Wei Xizhuang listened to Zhou Zheng's words, the excitement and panic in his eyes diminished, and he began to think.
He is a little transparent in the ruling and opposition parties, that is, some people know that he is Wei Zhongxian's nephew. He is a little courteous, and he is a marginal person himself, without power and influence.
If Qingliu's opposition is loud and someone sacrifices the flag, who else is there besides him
A title suddenly hit the top of his head, and Wei Xizhuang was a little lost, but in the end he was a small person. Between the title and the fate, it was important for him to calmly choose to save his life.
Wei Xizhuang drank another sip of tea, still struggling and turbulent in his heart, and said: "Well, I'll listen to you, don't answer!"
Zhou Zheng was still worried that Wei Xizhuang would not be able to endure it and would change his mind. He reminded again: "Only Wei Zhongxian is here, who can plot the title in the future. We are now quietly making a fortune, making enough money, and we will have everything in the future."
Wei Xizhuang had already controlled this thought and nodded after listening to Zhou Zheng's words: "I understand."
He really understands that an ordinary person, who has no merit and no name, cannot be an official, and of course can only think about making a fortune. If it wasn't for Wei Zhongxian to maintain his position in front of Wei Zhongxian and keep sending money, his wealth would not be less.
Seeing this, Zhou Zheng relaxed a little, thinking about next year's affairs, he said: "Next year I will go to Jianlu, you find some time, first go to the south and stay. The capital can't make much money, and it has to be Nanjing."
Wei Xizhuang's mind was still a little uncertain, and he said, "Well, there are indeed a lot of things in Nanjing. I will find a chance to make a fortune. By the way, I have to use Li Shi's money."
Zhou just wanted to save Wei Xizhuang's life in the big changes next year. He didn't say much when he agreed, and said: "How much do you want?"
"Fifty thousand, no, the more the better." Wei Xizhuang said, with a somewhat anxious tone.
Zhou Zheng was startled and said, "What do you want so much money for?"
Previously, Zhou Zheng had already transferred a fortune to Wei Xizhuang. Although his shop made money, it didn't have 50,000 taels. Li Shi's wealth in the capital couldn't change much. Most of them were still in Suzhou, Hangzhou, and Nanjing. Shangguanxun had already gone to Suzhou and Hangzhou, but he couldn't spend fifty thousand taels in a short time before sending them to the capital.
Wei Xizhuang took another sip of tea and said: "Yuan Chonghuan asks the court for 800,000 yuan, but the treasury has no money."
Apocalypse wants to spend money, but the treasury cannot provide it, so we can only count on Wei Zhongxian. In order to please Tianqi, Wei Zhongxian naturally had to find a way to pool money.
Zhou Zheng hummed, thinking carefully.
He couldn't come up with so much money, even if he borrowed it, he couldn't borrow it, fifty thousand taels, not a small amount.
In addition to finding some oil and water by locating his family, Wei Xizhuang also runs some shops and some places, but he has no more income and can't make 50,000 taels.
He didn't have many friends. Those in the Wei family were all relatives and friends, and they were estranged. They couldn't expect to get money from them. Therefore, they could only find Zhou Zheng here.
Seeing Zhou Zheng groaning, he couldn't help but look a little anxious. If he refuses to be a Marquis, and can't get any more money, it will be a big trouble!
Zhou Zheng pondered for a while, then looked up at Wei Xizhuang and said, "I can't take it out for a while, I'm afraid I won't be able to take it out for a while. Also, this is not the way for us, we must have a stable income."
"What income?" Wei Xizhuang said with his eyes wide open. He has been distressed about this matter, and relying on his few shops is not enough.
Zhou Zheng looked at him, his eyes flickered slightly, and said, "You can start from the salt."
"salt?"
Wei Xizhuang was taken aback, and immediately shook his head again and again, saying: "The Yanyin is not only the household department. The big figures in the cabinet are staring, and the inner supervisor is also part of it. We can't get in."
Daming's salt tax can be said to exist in name only. Every year, he relies on the salt to attract some money. The salt lesson system has long collapsed, and it has been corroded in a mess from top to bottom.
The saltworks, the Ministry of Households, the local salt divisions, and the major salt merchants are all linked together. Over the years, a mature and stable system has been formed. Not to mention Wei Xizhuang and Zhou Zheng, even if the court wanted to move, they couldn't move.
Of course, they will not want to move. The loss of salt tax is also an important form and method for the government and business class of Ming Dynasty to invade the national tax.
"Not difficult."
Zhou Zheng's eyes flashed with a different color, and said: "If you find a few people to write to, you will say that the salt farms in various places have serious corruption and a large amount of salt tax has been lost. You walk around, take this errand, choose one of the salt farms, knock the mountain and shake the tiger. Someone will come to give you money."
Hearing Zhou Zheng's words, Wei Xizhuang thought carefully, patted the table for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! Those people earn so much, we can't take too much of it, so let's use Shandong Yingkou!"
Zhou Zheng just wanted to make a trial and see the depth of the water, but he didn't want Wei Xizhuang to get involved too deeply and be calculated by others, so he quickly said: "We must pay attention to proportion, accept it when we see it, and it will be more troublesome if we are greedy."
Wei Xizhuang suddenly smiled and said: "On this, I am better than you."
Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows. Knowing that Wei Xizhuang was talking about the recent disturbances, he ignored him and said, "Well, you should hurry up. Also, find time to go to Nanjing before March next year to settle Li Shi’s affairs. ."
Zhou Zheng said that, and he was already thinking about how to keep Wei Xizhuang in Jiangnan and not return before the end of next year.
For Wei Xizhuang, it was just a small matter, and he waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'll take it down."
Zhou Zheng had an idea in his mind and he didn't say much, and said, "How are the people you trained? I'm going to build prisoners. If there are any credible personnel, lend me some."
Wei Xizhuang looked abruptly solemn, and said, "Can we not go?"
The risk of a mission to build a prisoner is not only that he may not come back, but also that he will come back. Most of it is a bad reputation, and it will be a big problem for the future!
Zhou Zheng shook his head and said, "We must go."
In the bottom of his heart, Zhou Zheng wanted to see how far Jianlu had developed so that he could know himself and his opponent and make a response. (End of this chapter)