This is a fierce battle like flying sand and rocks, and the sky and the earth are cracked. If he was not my sworn brother, if he hadn't vowed to share wealth and hardships with him, he should have beaten to death at the Thirteenth day of Yongle!

There were a few footprints on the clothes, the eyes on the left were dark blue, and the corners of his mouth were broken, and Zhu Zhanji, who had been beaten this day for many years.

But the eldest young master Yang who beat Zhu Zhanji laughed and said, "Happy! Happy!"

With a "hiss", Zhu Zhanji reached out and touched his eyes, stared at Yang Shaofeng and said, "You are so happy, I'm only in pain!"

Yang Shaofeng laughed and said, "Or what if I'll give you a blow? It's like coaxing a child?"

Zhu Zhanji blushed in anger and cursed: "You are a child! You are always a child! I am already seventeen years old!"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said seriously: "That's right, we are all seventeen years old. By the way, I should get married, right?"

The border town, which kept his head down and did not dare to watch this "vicious battle", couldn't help laughing. When he looked up, he saw Zhu Zhanji staring at him fiercely. The border town couldn't help but whisper: "You don't laugh like a humble person..."

Zhu Zhanji glared at Biancheng hatefully, then glared at Yang Shaofeng and said, "What are you doing torture these two scholars like this?"

Yang Shaofeng looked at the busy craftsmen next to him and said helplessly: "Because their path has gone astray."

Zhu Zhanji said in a daze: "Have you gone astray?"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "What is a great scholar? Confucius Sheng is burly and capable of fighting against a cow. He pays attention to the six arts of a gentleman. Now, look at these wastes, and there is one who can fight? Apart from fighting but killing the king, what else is left?

That's why I said that their path has gone wrong, but these people are pillars of the country in the future. They are biased, and the next generation will follow suit. After more than ten generations, everyone will be biased!

At that time, in addition to being proud of Donghuamen’s romance, would anyone remember to join the army in Dingyuan? Could anyone remember to play the sword and sing Li Qinglian?

To put it bluntly, what can I do alone? Just a six-song top scholar is nothing more than a better reputation, but these thousands of scholars are the backbone of the Ming Dynasty, and they cannot be biased!"

Zhu Zhanji suddenly laughed, laughing heartily: "Do you know, the one I look down on you the most is you. Although you have the talent of heaven and earth, you always want to go home and be a salted fish.

But what I admire most is yours. No matter what circumstances, you seem to be working hard to make the Ming Dynasty better.

I don’t know if this is because we became brothers, so you are considering it for me, but this is always good for me. I’m not stupid, I’ve recorded it all.”

Yang Shaofeng snorted and said, "Well, you have also recorded the matter of me beating you. Wait for revenge on me in the future?"

Zhu Zhanji laughed and said, "Yes, I have recorded it. I will always remember that there is someone who is my sworn brother who dares to fight with me, but he will not take revenge on you, because we want to share wealth and hardships with each other, we are brothers!"

Yang Shaofeng felt a fever, but in a blink of an eye he changed into that cold face, turned around and looked at the stove next to him, no longer caring about the crazy Zhu Zhanji.

People in later generations probably cannot understand the feeling of becoming sworn brothers?

Seeing that Master Yang's gaze turned to the stove again, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "By the way, why have you been burning these stones for the past few days? Is there someone who came back from Xishan to get the stones?"

Yang Shaofeng sighed helplessly: "What else can I do? Didn't you promise you to make trouble for road construction? Isn't this an experiment?"

Zhu Zhanji looked at the stove curiously and said suspiciously: "No, are you stupid? Just use the stone to pave the road and then tamp a layer of three-combination soil on it? Why do you have to burn the stone? How much has it burned?"

Yang Shaofeng pointed to the stove and said, "This stove was made on the afternoon of the school's construction. From the next day to now, we have tried various different stones 13 times. Now this is the fourteenth time.

As for why you need to burn stones, it is because I saw it in an ancient book that it said that a certain stone was burned into powder and mixed with water after cooling to form mud. It not only has a good viscosity, but is three points stronger than glutinous rice juice, but it will also be very strong after drying.

Now I plan to toss out this thing, not only for future road construction, but also for schools that are being built now, and even for city construction in the future.”

Zhu Zhanji keenly discovered the huge role of this thing. If there were more things, would there be any problems on the grassland?

Zhu Zhanji, who suddenly became hot, didn't care about the beating just now, looked at Yang Shaofeng with a gaze and said, "Where is that ancient book? Use it to lend it to me to take a look?"

Yang Shaofeng sighed and said, "This is what I saw when I was a child. I didn't take it seriously at that time. Now I have long lost my understanding of what I have."

Seeing that Yang Shaofeng's expression was not as fake, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but say regretfully: "That's a pity. If this book is still there, I'm afraid there will be a lot of good things in it."

Seeing that Yang Shaofeng was also very regretful, Zhu Zhanji turned to the topic: "By the way, do you still remember the matter of treasure money and commercial tax we mentioned two days ago?"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "Of course I remember that there are too many and complicated things involved in it, especially the commercial tax, which is even more troublesome."

Pointing to the stove in front of him, Yang Shaofeng continued: "Just like the cement I am testing, what else is left except for the stove, carbon, stone, and labor? But how much do you think this thing is appropriate to sell?"

Zhu Zhanji immediately retorted: "You are wrong. The court alone doesn't know how much this thing is needed. Where is it your turn to sell it? Also, is this thing measured by money?"

Yang Shaofeng snorted and said, "Doesn't this thing want as much as the stone? How much can the imperial court need even if it needs it? One workshop can't supply it, then there are two, three, or even ten or hundreds.

Even if you don’t take this as an example, let’s talk about Zuixianlou. It’s normal to spend dozens of taels of silver for a meal, but what about the cost? How should you collect this tax?"

Zhu Zhanji scratched his head and said with a bitter face: "I just wrote something in the past two days, but I have to change it after you said this."

Yang Shaofeng widened his eyes and looked at Zhu Zhanji as if he was looking at a fool: "For so many questions, do you plan to write a memorial or what? How many questions can you solve?"

Zhu Zhanji said: "If you don't write, I won't write. Do you want the dog to write? This thing needs to be discussed in the court."

Yang Shaofeng snorted and said, "Then you can do whatever you want, but I still advise you to list the problems and throw them to the bosses in the court to solve them, otherwise why would you give them a salary?

By the way, remember to turn around and get the West Mountain over for me. I always feel that the stones in the West Mountain are better."

Zhu Zhanji nodded, then patted his butt and left, leaving Yang Shaofeng and a group of craftsmen toss and play with them.

My life is so hard that this dog is too lazy to die, so I have to write my own memorial...

...

If there is any big shot above the Ming Dynasty court, who has a good impression of Yang Shaofeng and Yang, it is probably only Xia Yuanji, the Minister of Revenue.

After all, Master Yang has proposed many ways to save money from the treasury. As for Master Yang offended the world's scholars and royal vassal kings because of this, Mr. Xia didn't care.

However, at this moment, after reading the memorial that Zhu Zhanji ordered someone to send him to the capital, Xia Yuanji couldn't help but bow to Zhu Laosi and said, "Your Majesty, I will call you to kill Yang Dianmai to correct the world's audio-visual!"

Zhu Laosi's focus was obviously not on Xia Yuanji's attempt to kill Yang Shaofeng, but instead said with a smile: "Yang Dianmai? How did this name come from?"

Xia Yuanji regretted it just after he finished speaking. Although the surname Yang is not a thing, he can't express his thoughts~

Seeing Zhu Laosi asking questions, Xia Yuanji had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Go back to Your Majesty, after Yang Zhuangyuan held that poetry meeting in Beijing, some people said that this guy was extremely crazy, just like a madman, so he gave him a nickname of Yang Dianma."

After saying that, Xia Yuanji apologized again and said, "I have no ruthless words, I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Zhu Laosi laughed twice and said, "What's the crime? That bastard dares to say pork in front of me. What's the matter if he has epilepsy?"

Xia Yuanji immediately understood that the relationship between Yang Dianmai and the royal family was unclear. Even if he could spoil him today, it would be impossible to kill him!

But I really want to kill him!

What a great person to be with His Royal Highness. After being crazy with Yang Dian for less than two months, this person was about to go crazy!

Look, recycling treasure banknotes? Allowing the people to exchange treasure banknotes for gold and silver? Those rich families are still crazy about being happy!?

Recycling and opening up the exchange of treasure banknotes can certainly increase the credibility of treasure banknotes, but is there any money in the treasury? It’s all empty, and it’s almost impossible to recycle treasure banknotes. Why don’t Yang Dianmai recycle that?

Seeing Xia Yuanji's ugly face, Zhu Laosi couldn't help but smile and said, "Why should Xia Aiqing beggar with a slut? Now it's still important to think about the things in this memorial."

Xia Yuanji bowed and responded, and then said after reading a few more times: "Your Majesty, I think what Your Highness said is a sharp point. It has indeed pointed out the shortcomings of the treasure banknote and the solution. It is indeed rare. I congratulate you!"

Zhu Laosi suddenly became unhappy. Xia Yuanji, the old man, has always been like this. He doesn’t say anything clearly and has to go around in a few circles.

Sure enough, after congratulating Zhu Laosi, Xia Yuanji continued: "The problems and solutions that His Highness the Grandpa Grand His Majesty proposed to mention in his memorial seem to be so many on the surface, but after thinking deeply, there is another biggest problem."

Seeing that Zhu Laosi signaling him to continue, Xia Yuanji continued, "If one day, merchants and people don't like to use treasure money and plan to exchange it, what should we do?
Chapter completed!