The shopkeeper looked at Zhao Zhen's reward and said with joy from ear to ear: "Xiaoya Nei is such a kind-hearted person! These children will definitely enjoy happiness after following you!"

"I've given you such good attention, how about you give me a 30% discount on all future visits?"

"Xiao Yanei is really good at joking!"

"Look at how stingy you are. Even if you kneel down and beg me to come, I won't even come... How about we discuss a 25% discount?"

Under Zhao Zhen's persistence, the shopkeeper was short-handed and had to agree to a 25% discount. Looking at Zhao Zhen leaving, the big man in the store said disdainfully: "You are a prodigal! How dare you bargain?"

With a snap, the fat shopkeeper slapped him in the face: "You can take advantage of this pair of tricks! I don't care who he is. Just look at his generosity and the ideas he gave us, we know he will definitely do it."

He is a child of an official family and has such a brain at a young age. It is not impossible for him to become a minister in the future!"

Peng Qi stared at Zhao Zhen closely along the way, making him feel uncomfortable: "Peng Qi, what happened to you today?"

"Peng Qi is a stubborn person, and he can't hold back some words! Why do you want to recruit dead soldiers, Your Highness?!"

Zhao Zhen's expression changed greatly and he jumped up, grabbed his front and said: "Peng Qi, please listen to me! These children are definitely not dead soldiers, and not one of them should be left behind!"

I want them all alive. The living are valuable. The dead soldiers are of no use except splattering people with blood when they die! I don’t allow rubbish like dead soldiers to appear in my East Palace. Life is worthy of respect at all times!"

Peng Qi looked at the furious prince, scratched his head in confusion and said, "Then why do you want these children?"

"Have you never heard of the saying: Someone else's trash is another person's treasure? These children are all treasures, angels with broken wings! As long as they can be used well, they can shine for our Song Dynasty and can withstand

That’s an army of 100,000!”

Looking at Zhao Zhen entering the deserted courtyard, Peng Qi touched his head: "Can it be worth a hundred thousand troops? What do you need us for?"

This yard was the best place Zhao Zhen could find. After all, it was too late to find a match at this time, and he had to settle the children quickly. Only this abandoned yard was suitable.

Because Zhao Zhen paid well, the man did not say much, but sent some obsolete furniture and daily necessities with great discernment. After Zhao Zhen paid a tip, he even agreed to help purchase daily necessities.

The two carts of daily necessities were enough for eight children. Song Xiaoyi directed the children to put the things in the appropriate places. No wonder the children called him the big housekeeper.

After waving to Song Xiaoyi, Zhao Zhen quickly left and entered the carriage. He needed to calm down now. After all, it was cruel to turn a group of lonely beggars into his own experimental field. It seemed that he was taking advantage of these innocent children.

But what followed was Cai Boqi's advice to himself: Adopt little beggars, let them receive modern education, and train them to become the cornerstone of social progress, but you have to carry a little sense of guilt.

It feels very uncomfortable so I won’t do it, you go!

Thinking about the carefree demeanor of the little fat man at that time, Zhao Zhen was so angry that his teeth itched!

Cai Boyi's reasons are very good. Who makes him the prince?!

Zhao Zhen in the carriage closed his eyes and explained himself with many reasons, such as providing these little beggars with food and clothing, giving them a place to live, and teaching them knowledge, without even asking them to sacrifice their lives to be his dead soldiers.

Psychological comfort is powerful. This constant suggestion made him slowly feel relieved. Peng Qi looked at the carriage worriedly. His Royal Highness did not even look at the carriage after he entered the carriage. This seemed to be different from his usual style. Could it be

Did what you just said irritate him?

But soon the little head sticking out of the car window dispelled his doubts: "Peng Qi goes to Daxiangguo Temple!"

"okay!"

Seeing the prince's sunny smile, Peng Qixuan's heart was relieved. The prince was going to Daxiangguo Temple. Needless to say, he was going to pick up the princess and the young lady of the Wang family.

There is nothing special about the appearance of Zhao Zhen's carriage. Compared with the carriages of aristocratic families, it is even much more low-key. All the guards are dressed in plain clothes and look like servants guarding the courtyard. Such people are everywhere in the streets of Tokyo, and they are

Not eye-catching.

Daxiangguo Temple is the Great Song Dynasty Temple, and it can also be regarded as the home temple of the old Zhao family. Probably because the emperor of the Song Dynasty was closer to the people, there were no restrictions on the people who could come and go.

The monks in the temple also adopt some homeless children or beggars, so they have a good reputation. The old Zhao family is also very happy. Every year, the abbot will receive a purple gauze dress as a reward from the government.

Xiangguo Temple occupies a very large area, and the temple gate is tall and solemn, but it can accommodate many vendors and merchants setting up stalls in the front yard, selling many products. This is the first time for Zhao Zhen to enter from the main entrance, because carriages are not allowed to drive in directly.

of.

When Taizu came here, he dismounted and entered. Who among the officials in later generations would dare to break such ancestral laws?

Looking at the dazzling array of goods, Zhao Zhen envied the commercial prosperity of this era. The imperial court collected very few taxes. There were only two types of merchants collecting taxes, one was residence tax and the other was passing tax.

The residence tax is a tax of 3% for local shops with storefronts. The overtax is a tax collected by merchants passing through the city and hawking in the city. It is only 2%. Small items are tax-free and are not allowed to travel. It is prohibited.

Officials extort money.

Because of the reduction in taxes, the enthusiasm of traders was mobilized, and the cheap and fair prices increased the purchasing power of the market, making business more prosperous. The prosperity of business drove the development of the economy, and the court had money.

But the people's money belongs to the people, and the court's money belongs to the court. The cheap father's Taishan Fengchan and other things have almost spent the court's savings!

This leads to the tragic situation where the people have money and the court tightens their belts.

There are no economists in this era, and even the three ministers in charge of the national finance are just good accountants.

Men of letters don't look down on the way of businessmen who only think about money.

Zhao Zhen picked up a well-made rattle and said, "Your rattle has a crisp sound, but where did the cowhide on the drum come from?"

The hawker looked curiously at the little yamen in front of him. This child had a lot of problems, but the clothes he was wearing were not that of an ordinary child. For the sake of his own sales, he put on a smile and said: "Xiao yameni doesn't dare to talk nonsense.

This is a sheepskin rattle. Who has the courage to use cowhide as a drum head!"

Zhao Zhen blushed. He seemed a bit idiotic for asking such a question. He quickly asked Peng Qi to pay for it and left without looking back. Fortunately, Cai Boqi didn't follow him. If he were here, he would definitely laugh at him.

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The three gates of Daxiangguo Temple are naturally divided into three trading venues. The place where I just bought the rattle is the outermost small venue. Only after passing through there can I see the real Wan surname trading!

This is a shopping mall in Tokyo, a grand shopping mall comparable to that of later generations. You can see all kinds of things while walking through it. When Zhao Zhen saw a girl kneeling on the ground, he was extremely angry.

Song people did not kneel casually. In the eyes of Song people, kneeling was either extremely humiliating or a sign of filial piety in front of parents. Even in front of officials, there was no need to kneel. This is the respect that Chinese etiquette treats people.

Although it was still uncomfortable for these girls to kneel on the futon, there was no trace of embarrassment on their faces, only anticipation.

This made Zhao Zhen very puzzled and turned to look at Peng Qi.
Chapter completed!