Thinking of this, Zhu Gaochi felt even more unhappy. He looked at Zhu Zhanji and said quietly with envy:

"Your grandpa loves you. When I was in charge of the country, he couldn't do this or that. I think you will be in charge of the country in the future. I can still have some leisure time!"

When Zhu Zhanji saw that his stupid father was jealous, he rolled his eyes speechlessly and muttered in a low voice:

"If you could save tens of millions of taels of silver into your internal funds, even if you demolished the Fengtian Palace, my grandpa would probably clap his hands and applaud!"

His voice was so low that Zhu Gaochi didn't hear him clearly. Just when he was about to ask something, Zhu Zhanji directly changed the subject and said:

"By the way, Dad, I plan to promote this kind of greenhouse to the public. What do you think?"

"Extend it to the public?"

Zhu Gaochi thought for a while after hearing this, then immediately shook his head and said: "You kid, you can just do it quietly by yourself. If the people in the Ministry of Rites find out about this, they will have to give you a name of arrogant and extravagant, and promote it to

Folks, do you think everyone is as rich as you?"

Zhu Gaochi felt very uncomfortable when he mentioned that his son was rich.

This son of my own is really rich now.

As a father, he is also a prince after all. After so many years, the money he has saved in his hands is now not even comparable to the little bits and pieces that his own son has on hand.

Obviously, this son was still as poor as himself at the beginning, but since this son took the position of prisoner, everything has changed.

Thinking of this, he felt tired. He had obviously served as a prisoner of the country, so why couldn't he become rich?

Pointing to the surrounding glass, Zhu Gaochi continued sadly:

"Let's talk about these crystals. How much does it cost to build such a fire chamber? How many ordinary people can have this kind of money?"

"Hey, Dad, I told you this is not crystal, but you just don't believe me. This thing is just a pile of sand burned into glass, but I have a way to make it transparent."

Zhu Zhanji was a little helpless when he heard that his silly father still mistook glass for crystal. He explained it again before saying:

"Let me tell you this, the glass in front of you, the value of one glass is at most ten cents, and most of it is the reward I gave to the craftsmen!"

"In fact, it only costs about twenty or thirty taels of silver to build such a greenhouse. Once it is built, even in the coldest months of winter, most vegetables can be grown. When the time comes, it can be sold back several times.

profit."

"Son, I'm not telling you, even if it's ten cents for a piece of this... glass, how many people can afford twenty or thirty taels of silver?"

Zhu Gaochi is not a person who doesn't know how to eat minced meat.

He also followed Zhu Yuanzhang when he was a child, and often listened to his grandfather's talk about folk affairs.

He knew very well that even though the Ming Dynasty was now richer than before, the people were still too poor to take the blame.

I know very well what the twenty or thirty taels of silver my son talks about is to an ordinary person.

Eighty to ninety percent of ordinary people would never be able to afford this amount of money.

So when he heard his son say this, he was actually a little angry.

I feel that my son takes things for granted and does not understand the sufferings of the people.

This is obviously unqualified for a country's future emperor.

When Zhu Zhanji heard what his stupid father said, he shook his head and said, "I don't intend to let all the people do this."

"What do you mean?" Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji explained: "When I asked Zhang Mao to search my third uncle a few days ago, I found that with the arrival of winter, a large number of refugees will emerge in many places hit by snowstorms. All these refugees are gathering in Yingtian. Luck

The good ones can still make it, but the unlucky ones will freeze to death and starve to death on the way."

"Although I have arranged for people to give out porridge and rice every day here in Yingtian, and even further afield, I have arranged for people to give out porridge, but a large number of refugees still freeze to death every day. I heard Zhang Mao say,

Now in some places, it is too late to bury the corpses in mass graves. They can only dig out some big pits and throw them into them. In a few days, they will be dragged away and eaten by wild dogs and wild animals.

"

When Zhu Gaochi heard his son talking about those refugees, his eyes turned red, and he sighed and said: "The imperial court is sorry for those people. Grandpa You has been fighting for years, and it is these people who have suffered. I have long advised him not to fight. He is

Don’t listen to me, hey!”

Zhu Zhanji felt helpless when he heard that his silly father started complaining about Lao Zhu Zhengzhan again.

My silly father is full of Confucian thoughts and his influence is too deep.

If we don’t fight the nomads in the north now, it will be even harder to fight them again when they become stronger.

Although he wanted to use the purchase of wool to control the grassland, but speaking of it, this can only be regarded as a way to control the grassland, not a solution.

If he had been put in his grandfather's position, he might have beaten him even harder than his grandfather.

After all, the current Wara Tatars have just emerged. If they are not solved at this time, is it possible that they really leave it to their own sons, and then let the Ming Dynasty create a god of war?

Zhu Zhanji thought very clearly about the grassland. For those who surrendered, he would give them a stable life, let them herd sheep every day, sing and dance every day, and let the sheep and cattle completely replace the horses.

Change their living habits, get rid of the wolfish nature of the prairie people, and absolutely do not allow any more roping men.

Those who were not convinced were beaten to death until these people had no pasture to herd their horses and could only run on two legs.

Therefore, he was very supportive of his grandfather's war. This was the main reason why he was willing to divide the money he earned from the new salt to the Ministry of Household Affairs and internal funds.

Valley

If there were another emperor, he probably wouldn't be able to do anything.

Zhu Zhanji despised his stupid father, who believed that war would make people miserable at every turn.

Why is he working so hard on this and that now?

Isn't it just to make Ming Dynasty rich? If the people are suffering, wouldn't it be enough to find a way to make him rich?

If you complain about this and that all day long, why don't you find a way to solve the problem yourself?

Can people live a good life by just complaining every day?

Of course, he still didn't dare to say these words because he was afraid of making his stupid father angry.

If he even showed the slightest sign that he didn't like Confucian people, he would give him a lesson. If he brought up these things again, his stupid father might just take action.

And he also saw that when dealing with people like his stupid father who were influenced by Confucian culture, he could not hit or scold him.

The best way is to keep talking the same way, try to deceive him, and then just go about your own business.

So after hearing his silly father's emotional words, Zhu Zhanji said: "Dad, my idea is that these refugees must be resettled as soon as possible. Otherwise, if we wait for a long time, there will be more and more refugees. According to the weather,

, will also cause a lot of trouble, and now Ying Tianfuyi has given me several tips to reflect these things."

"Ying Tianfu Yi Gu Zuo, I know this person. He was a Jinshi during the Jianwen period. He was a good official. People even compared him to Bao Zheng in the Song Dynasty."

Zhu Gaochi first praised Gu Zuo a few times, then looked at his son and asked, "But is it possible that this matter has something to do with this greenhouse?"

Zhu Zhanji nodded and made a mental note of his silly father's evaluation of Gu Zuo. He is now in short supply of talents. If Gu Zuo is really a person like Bao Qingtian, he may not be able to reuse him in the future.

But it's not this person he cares about now, his current purpose is still to fool his silly father.

Now he has too few talents and confidants, and he still has to rely on the talents of his stupid father for some things.

So after writing down the name Gu Zuo, Zhu Zhanji said: "Dad, this is what I think. These people have fled to Yingtian, and they will definitely not be able to go back in a short time. In this case, I plan to put these people away

Placing it in Yingtian will not only improve the prestige of the imperial court, but also solve the current problems."

"How are you going to settle it?"

Zhu Gaochi nodded and asked.

"Isn't this talking about a greenhouse?"

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "Dad, let me ask you, as long as I keep the price low for those green vegetables, you won't have to worry about selling them in winter, right?"

Zhu Gaochi nodded when he heard this and said: "Of course you don't have to worry about selling. Whether it's your relatives, aristocratic families or wealthy businessmen, they are all owners who are not short of money. If you can have a bite of green vegetables in winter, even if you don't lower the price, you will definitely

Someone is willing to pay for it."

Zhu Zhanji laughed when he heard this, and then said: "As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish, so I plan to spend money to buy some fields from some relatives, and then build them all into greenhouses like this.

Grow various vegetables and rent them to these refugees. These refugees don't have to spend a penny. As long as they take care of the vegetables in the greenhouse, I only charge 50% of the rent, and the remaining 50% goes to these refugees. In this way

, has the refugee issue been resolved?”

"Fifty percent rent?"

Zhu Gaochi was stunned for a moment when he heard his son's words.

It’s not that I think the rent is high, but that it’s a bit low.

In this era, farming is not unprofitable, especially for those who do not have their own land.

This is not because the court tax is too high, but because the land is rented to others to farm. The starting rent charged by the landlord is 60%. Add in the 10% court tax, and the real remaining amount is only 20% to 30%.

"Fifty percent is already a lot!"

Zhu Zhanji shook his head and knew what his silly father was thinking. It wasn't that he didn't want to make more money, but that he didn't want to make too much money from farmers. Looking at his silly father, Zhu Zhanji smiled and said:

"Let me explain to you, 50% of the rent, this is winter green vegetables. Even if it is 50%, it is hundreds of times the usual price."

Zhu Zhanji paused as he spoke, then pointed at the greenhouse in front of him and said with a smile:

"Let's put it this way, Dad, the approximate cost of the greenhouse in front of you is twenty taels of silver. One acre of land can build almost ten. The price of one acre of fertile land in Yingtian Mansion is about ten taels of silver. In other words, one greenhouse
To be continued...