"Two or three hundred taels of silver?"

Zhu Gaochi was shocked when he heard the results calculated by Zhu Zhanji.

This is not a small amount of money. With this much money, you can buy hundreds of acres of good farmland in some places.

Where are the refugees here?

In this way, these refugees will probably become wealthy people immediately, right?

Zhu Zhanji ignored his stupid father's surprised look. His algorithm was actually a bit conservative.

After all, he won't be able to just grow cucumbers by then, as there are still a wide variety of vegetables in this era.

There are almost hundreds of kinds of melons, beans, and vegetables in total.

And regardless of how much these refugees earn, in fact, they earn more.

Although whether it was the greenhouse or the seeds, he paid for it.

The income from a shed was shared equally between him and the refugees, but he also received sixty taels.

After excluding various costs, the approximate profit is about 35 taels. Ten sheds per acre of land is 350 taels.

He can earn almost 3.5 million taels from a greenhouse on 10,000 acres of land, and 100,000 acres is 35 million taels.

The entire Yingtian Mansion has a population of tens of millions, excluding some low-level farmers, military households, etc.

The hundreds of thousands of people who can afford to consume off-season vegetables can still find them easily.

Not only that, in this way, if there are greenhouses covering 100,000 acres of land, about 20,000 refugees can be accommodated.

Let 20,000 people get rid of poverty and become rich in one winter, and almost everyone will surpass the level of moderate prosperity.

In this way, when these people have money, they will inevitably drive Yingtian's economic development.

After all, these people are all foreigners. If they want to stay in Yingtian, they will inevitably spend money on various accommodations.

But Zhu Zhanji didn’t tell his silly father about long-term economic development.

I just caught the points that stupid dad likes to focus on and preached:

"With money, these refugees will have no problem whether they resettle their families in Yingtian in the coming year, or they can buy land and return to their hometowns."

Zhu Zhanji looked at the stunned silly father, paused, and continued:

"In addition, I plan to follow my great grandfather's example and divide about a hundred acres of land in Yingtian and build some houses specifically to house these refugees. In this way, I will have a guarantee of life and a place to live. This winter, these refugees will

Now that I have truly settled down, I will have money next year and my life will be much easier."

After listening to his son's words, Zhu Gaochi nodded unconsciously, feeling that his son was quite good to the people.

This is a lot like him.

As a person, you must not forget your roots. The foundation of your family is the common people. You must think of the common people in everything you do.

But even so, the beating should still be beaten. Zhu Gaochi thought for a moment and said:

"Although your idea is good, how do you convince those relatives to sell their land to you? Each of them regards these lands as their lifeblood, let alone Yingtian's land. How can you say that you want to

If you buy it, can they sell it? Even if you sell it? How much land will they sell you? How many refugees will there be? Can that land be able to accommodate so many refugees? "

Zhu Zhanji chuckled, he didn't think this matter was troublesome.

After all, the imperial estate he owns actually covers more than 100,000 acres.

It's just that Huangzhuang is where he will build an industrial zone in the future. It can be used to build greenhouses for a short period of time, but once various industries are established in the future, they will definitely be demolished.

That's why he is willing to spend a lot of money to buy these lands. Anyway, he is not short of money now.

If you buy the land from these honorable relatives, the value will definitely increase with the development of Yingtian in the future.

As for whether these relatives will be sold, this is not a concern for him.

Looking at the silly dad on the side, Zhu Zhanji showed a malicious smile and said: "So, dad, I need you to take action. You are the high-ranking prince. If you can take action, those honorable relatives will definitely be given."

How much face do you have, anyway, they all have a lot of land in their hands, and they also know that in a few years, grandpa will move the capital to Sunchon. There are too many family properties here, and it will be too troublesome for them to take care of them.

, just sell a little bit, it will be enough for us to save many refugees."

When Zhu Gaochi heard his son's words, he was angry and laughed at the same time: "After talking for a long time, you actually had a good idea to let me be a lobbyist. Your father and I have been reading the books of sages for half my life. Now you just say a word and let me be a lobbyist."

I'm going to do that business thing, aren't you trying to ruin my reputation?"

"What will those honorable relatives think of me then? What will the Dukes in the court think of me? What will your grandfather think of me?"

Zhu Gaochi turned his head away as he spoke, and said with a hum, "I'm not going to do this anyway. You have to go do it yourself. Now you are also the grandson of the prison country, and those relatives will definitely not refute your face."

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Zhu Zhanji saw that Silly Dad was a little angry, and with a smile on his face, he encouraged Silly Dad and said with a smile:

"Dad, aren't we doing this for the refugees who have come all the way to Yingtian for help? This is our Zhu family's own country, and these refugees are our own children. They believe that our Zhu family will come all the way to come to Yingtian for help.

God, is it possible that you can still bear to let them starve to death and freeze to death on the streets of Yingtian?"

Zhu Gaochi snorted and still didn't speak.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhanji knew that his silly father was already relieved, so he immediately crossed his arms and said: "Dad, if you don't care about it, then we don't care about it either. We can just hang around from now on and be a

Prince Taiping, I still have so many younger brothers anyway. If grandpa thinks highly of our family, please take a look and choose one who can be successful and train him, and then let him be the emperor in the future!"

"I think you are deliberately trying to stun me to death!"

Gu Yan

When Zhu Gaochi heard his son's words, he immediately turned around with a black line on his forehead.

What do you mean he has many sons?

Then choose another one to cultivate?

If this word reaches the ears of my old man, he might have to reconsider whether to depose the prince tomorrow and then bring up the King of Han.

When Zhu Zhanji heard this, he smiled and said: "Dad, you can't take this matter too one-sidedly. You only saw the people in the court and your relatives. What will they think of you? But you don't think about the common people either.

What will he think of you?"

“What will those refugees think of you?”

"Also, when you make those refugees rich and grandpa sees these achievements, what will grandpa think of you?"

Zhu Gaochi rolled his eyes, glanced at Zhu Zhanji angrily and said, "I think you are just a dog that pulls the curtain, all with your mouth! You can try your best to fool your father!"

Zhu Zhanji was speechless......

My silly dad has trouble with dogs, right?

It is said that he asked Zhang Mao to find a dog that could only make trouble a few days ago. I don’t know if he has found it after so long.

He has already made a deal with his mother and found a white Persian cat, which he likes very much now.

This Persian cat is worthy of being kept as a pet by the palace nobles since the Tang Dynasty.

He is indeed well-behaved, and his behavior seems to be even more elegant. In one word, he has "style".

Nowadays, my mother carries the cat wherever she goes. Even when she is knitting sweaters or playing mahjong, she has to arrange for two beautiful little maids to wait on her at all times.

In those small days, future generations might be able to envy a lot of LSPs to death.

The perfect pinnacle version of the Humans Are Not As Good as Cats series!

Zhu Gaochi didn't know that his son was thinking about getting him a noisy dog.

He was struggling with the matter of finding those relatives to buy land.

Thinking of this, he felt a little ashamed and felt sorry for the sage books he had read.

But thinking about the refugees his son mentioned, he had no choice but to agree and then buy land for his son.

Feeling that he was at a disadvantage, Zhu Gaochi had a dark face.

Zhu Zhanji ignored him and continued to inspect the greenhouse. After the inspection was completed, he began to arrange for people to sow seeds directly.

Cucumber, bitter gourd, eggplant, water spinach, and even lettuce,

Well, of course, this lettuce is not the lettuce of later generations, but the collective name of lettuce, and lettuce does not only refer to lettuce, but includes lettuce, lettuce, and lettuce.

You’ve seen a lot, haven’t you?

However, lettuce has a long history and was introduced to China in about the fifth century AD.

Zhu Zhanji didn't need to do anything about farming. Zhu Zhanji just found some vegetables that he and his stupid father and mother liked to eat, and then gave the seeds to a few palace maids and eunuchs, and watched from the side.

lively.

Zhu Gaochi was angry when he saw Zhu Zhanji being so idle. He thought that when he was supervising the country, there was no day when he was not in trembling, and he was not busy from morning to night.

It would be better to go to Qianqing Palace for half a day every morning when my son is in charge of the country, then have lunch and then leave immediately.

The remaining half of the day doesn't look like a prisoner of the country. Looking at it now, you still have time to farm by yourself?

It was simply more leisurely than the prince who was just sitting around at home.

In the past few days, he has been doing some writing and ink writing with those literati, scholars, and other wise men every day.
To be continued...