"Ning'an, this is the rent and dividends of the teahouse this month." Bai Shi delivered a small bag to Wang Ning'an.

My grandfather left me two properties, one was a restaurant, which had already come back to life in Wang Ning'an's hands. As for the other, it was a teahouse.

I took the time to see it more than a month ago. The situation of the teahouse and the restaurant is different. The business there is very prosperous. The shopkeeper is a capable person. He owns 50% of the teahouse shares and is responsible for daily operations.

He pays the Wang family rent every month and has half of the dividends.

Wang Ning'an was busy writing things and formulating countermeasures. Wang Liangjing ran back and forth in the village in the city and had to take time to practice martial arts. Bai's responsibility for the small matter of collecting money.

There are 3 coins and 800 coins in total, of which the rent is always the same, and the remaining is dividends.

After holding the money in his hand, Wang Ning'an frowned.

Bai's face was not good-looking. She picked up a coin that was larger than an ordinary copper coin and sighed: "The teahouse told my mother that this money can be used as ten cents, but no matter how she looks, it was wrong." Bai frowned and was depressed.

"This is indeed a copper coins worth ten, but unfortunately the only yamen admits it!" Wang Ning'an recognized it at a glance. The money in Bai's hand was "Daquan Destin".

In the era of metal currency, there were always people who could make money. For example, after the eternal idol Zhuge Liang took over Bashu, he issued the worst copper coins in history - Taiping Hundred Coins. He used a slightly larger copper coins to support one hundred yuan, purchased private supplies, and snatched interests from the people. The people were obviously unwilling to be taken into the pit, which resulted in the price of Shu Kingdom soaring, and the people in the Tianfu Kingdom were hungry.

The monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty were better than those of Shu, but no one could resist the temptation of currency magic. The Western Xia War broke out, the court was in short supply of finances and prices soared. The Song Dynasty had no choice but to issue currency that was not worthy, first "to be the ten iron coins", and then not long ago, the "Daquan Dian Ten" copper coins, which was taken back by the Bai family.

"It's pretty good. I'm giving it a copper coin, not a iron coin!" Wang Ning'an joked, but he was already extremely angry and even fooled me with the inexpensive copper coin. It was obvious that something was wrong with the teahouse.

"How can they do this?" Bai Shi understood, her lips turned pale and almost cried, "No, I'll go find them!"

Bai was so angry that he wanted to settle the score with the teahouse.

"Wait." Wang Ningan stopped me, "Mom, don't worry, listen to me finish my words."

Wang Ning calmed down and said, "The teahouse is very prosperous. The dividend for a month will definitely not be less than three stakes. He dares to use it as ten dollars to fool us. His conscience is eaten by the dog!"

"No, let's not talk about anything else, your grandfather chose the best location. He only needs a consistent rent for a month, and he is just giving it for free. He still thinks it's not enough to take advantage!" Bai's voice grew higher and higher, "Ning'an, we don't bully people, but we can't let others bully them. I must settle the score with them!"

"Is it enough to settle the accounts alone?" Wang Ning'an chuckled and said, "Mom, don't you want them to spit out all the money they eat?"

"I think, of course I think, have you paid attention?"

Wang Ning'an shook his head, "I will find a way to investigate. I will wait until I get the matter here and then go to them to settle the accounts."

After comforting my mother, Wang Ning'an grabbed more than 300 pieces of "Daquan Destined Ten". This broken thing is really scammed. He was unwilling to give up and treated it as ten cents. The people refused to admit it. Wang Ning'an thought for a long time and suddenly his eyes lit up. He called the little Russian over and asked him to go to the market to exchange for 600 pieces. He gathered it up, a total of 1,000 pieces and ten cents of coins. He immediately sent it to the prefectural yamen. In the name of Haifeng Restaurant, he donated funds to assist in education and assisted Baodi.

...

"A small restaurant or a new restaurant can donate ten cents of money in one go. Are you ashamed of all the people here?" Gongsun Ce shouted loudly, "Is it for the establishment of officials and schools for Lord Bao? It is for you all, for all the people of Cangzhou. Can't even understand this principle?"

No matter how Gongsun Ce shouted, the business people present were extremely low and hunched their heads without saying a word.

"Okay, we're just consuming it. I see if you can't stand it, or I can't stand it!"

Gongsun Ce waved his hand and someone brought a bowl of millet porridge. He sucked and drank it with the pickled cucumbers. Others couldn't help swallowing their saliva, but no one was willing to stand up and donate money to help Bao Zheng.

They also have a calculation in their minds. Running schools is not a small amount, and building schools also takes time. Maybe they will be transferred away before the school is built. If the next magistrate is not enthusiastic about running schools, wouldn’t it be useless?

Moreover, all the merchants in Cangzhou looked at the Cui family's face extremely. They knew that the Cui family and Lord Bao were not in harmony, so how could they dare to jump out of the muddy waters!

The two sides were in a stalemate and waited until the afternoon, with their stomachs roaring, but no one was willing to be the first to be a bird.

Gongsun Ce gritted his teeth and acted as if he wanted to fight a protracted war.

At this moment, a hearty laugh suddenly came from outside.

"Hahaha, running schools is a great thing that benefits the country and the people. Our Cangzhou cannot be behind others! I, Cui Yu, are willing to donate two thousand guan."

While talking, a fat white man walked in from outside and bowed to Gongsun Ce and smiled: "Little man Cui Yu, I have met Mr. Gongsun."

"So it's Mr. Cui. Could it be that he is here to donate?"

"That's right, our Cui family has lived in Cangzhou for generations. It's a pity that he has not even produced a Jinshi for so many years. I'm so ashamed! Lord Bao is willing to promote his studies, and villains should contribute their own meager strength. I'm going to donate 2,000 guan and another 50,000 bricks and tiles. Mr. Gongsun, have you chosen the position of the official school?"

Gongsun Ce shook his head, "There is no spacious enough in Cangzhou City, so land must be requisitioned. Isn't this persuading everyone to donate generously!"

Cui Yu said generously: "The villain has a piece of land next to the Chenghuang Temple. If Lord Bao doesn't dislike it, I am willing to serve it with both hands and give it to Lord Bao for school."

...

With Cui Yu taking the lead, others dare not follow you, you will pay 100 coins, and I will pay 200 coins. At night, when Gongsun Ce reported to Bao Heizi, it was almost 5,000 coins, plus 50,000 bricks and tiles, the land offered by Cui Yu was enough to build a college.

Faced with so much money, Bao Heizi was not excited at all, but was furious!

The so-called promotion of learning is actually Wang Ning'an's plan.

The reason why Bao Zheng and the Cui family had a conflict was because Bao Zheng's innovative measures touched the interests of the Cui family. Moreover, because of Wang Liangxun's case, he had lost the opportunity to take the lead and fought rashly, and his chances of winning were slim.

Wang Ning'an suggested that Bao Zheng take a step back and do some uncontroversial things. For example, promoting education, rehabilitation of unjust prisons, respecting the elderly and helping the young... These are all good ways for ordinary local officials to gain reputation. Once they have enough reputation, they can be promoted step by step. As for what the local area will be left to the next official.

Although Cui Yu was not afraid of Bao Zheng, he had to use all means to kill Bao Heizi. What if there was an even harder official to deal with?

It is best if he and Bao Zheng beat drums and sell candy, and they do their own things, and no one will cross the line.

Therefore, Bao Zheng focused on promoting learning.

Cui Yu breathed a sigh of relief and finally did what the local officials should do!

As long as you don’t make trouble for him, so what if you pay some money, you can make it back sooner or later, money, bricks, tiles, land, whatever you want!

"This Cui Yu is such a big deal!" Bao Zheng hammered the table hard, making a thud.

Gongsun Ce was also unhappy, "Sir, he paid so much money, which shows that the huge profits of smuggling are ten times more than a hundred times. Cui Yu is abominable, and he should be cut into pieces!"

After a lesson, Bao Zheng calmed down many times.

"Wang Ning'an is right. As a parent, I should not act irresponsibly. Without enough evidence, I can't take the Cui family."

"Sir, when will you have to wait?"

Bao Zheng was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "No matter when, you have to wait for the right opportunity. If you don't abandon the Cui family, I will never leave Cangzhou!"

...

In order to plan for Bao Zheng and deal with the Cui family, Wang Ning'an delayed for a month. Han Hata had already become popular. Every day, he was caught in the "serial plan". The good martial arts and iron horses would turn into a bitter drama. If he dragged on, the audience would curse.

Wang Ning'an had no choice but to take some effort and quickly wrote several paragraphs of "Shooting the Gate at the Gate" and "Cooking Wine to Talk about Heroes", and hurriedly gave it to Han Haoma. When he was walking back, the donkey cart passed by an alley. Suddenly, a embarrassed boy ran over from the opposite side. His clothes were covered in rags, with flesh exposed in some places, and blood stains in the places.

He ran for no time, and five or six thugs behind him fought desperately.

"Stop, don't run!"

The young man who was chased fell to Wang Ning'an's car in a hurry. He raised his head and shouted in despair, "Help, help!"

Wang Ning'an is not a troublesome person. He raised his whip and wanted to run away quickly, but when he looked at it with his eyes, he was stunned. Is this young man not his cousin, and was Wang Dalang Wang Ninghong, who caused him to be beaten by family law?

How did he get mixed up like this?

Wang Ning'an was full of doubts, and the thug on the opposite side had already rushed up.

"You can't run away if you have a little boy named Wang!"
Chapter completed!