Too bad, the government won't exchange it for a new one anyway.

At that time, the common people in Sichuan, especially Sichuan businessmen, probably wanted to strangle Wang Anshi to death!

As a Sichuan native, it was normal for Su Shi to oppose the reform.

What to do if Sichuan's financial market was disrupted? Wang Anshi could only carry out iron currency reforms and stabilize the value of Sichuan's iron coins, otherwise Sichuan would have been ruined by him at that time.

Similar things happened elsewhere.

The contents of Wang Anshi's reforms are beneficial to Jiangnan, Lianghuai, and Henan. But when applied nationwide, especially in the southwest, northwest, and north China, it can be said that many of the new laws are bad governance because the development of these places is not enough.

At that time, most of the old parties who opposed the reform came from the north. Based on the situation in their hometowns, they naturally thought that Wang Anshi was messing around.

Sima Guang looked at the problem from the perspective of a northerner, and Wang Anshi looked at the problem from a southerner's perspective. They would really be damned if they could pee into a pot.

"Please carry it into the house." Zhu Ming said to the boys.

Bai Chongyan asked: "Don't we call each other the same name?"

Zhu Ming smiled and said: "It's just a few kilograms of iron money, what else do you call it?"

"Haha, that's right." Bai Chongyan said happily.

Seeing several baskets of money being carried in, Li Hanzhang raised the corners of his mouth and felt that this young man was a bit interesting.

Ju Ming said: "Let's go up the mountain and see the land."

Bai Chongyan said: "Look at the place and don't be in a hurry. Today, you can watch the grand scene of tea picking, and then use the water from the Lingquan to brew new tea to taste."

Zhu Guoxiang said: "I'll wake Brother Qi up and take him with me."

Bai Chongyan and Li Hanzhang both wore clogs, which were similar to Xie Gong's clogs and were suitable for mountain climbing.

Zhu Guoxiang did not have hiking shoes, so he took off his cloth shoes, barefooted, rolled up his trouser legs, and went out casually.

Seeing his father acting like this, Zhu Ming followed suit, otherwise he wouldn't be able to climb the mountain after the rain.

Bai Qi even took off his shoes.

Several baskets of iron money were placed in the house, and the door was locked. No one was watching, and there was no fear of anyone stealing it.

Bai Chongyan said, "Wait a moment, you two. I still have Mr. Xie's clogs at home, so I'll ask my servant to get them."

"No, it's convenient to walk barefoot." Zhu Guoxiang declined.

So, two people wearing clogs, two people barefoot, and taking their children, climbed the mountain to the tea farm together, followed by a few slaves.

Walking barefoot is fast and effortless.

On the contrary, hiking clogs are often stuck in the mud and need to be taken off for cleaning.

Being stuck again, several people stopped to rest and threw their clogs to the servants.

The Zhu family and his son walked further ahead. Zhu Guoxiang pointed to a mountain forest in the distance and said to his son: "There is a low-lying place over there. The stream turns into a waterfall and falls. Under the waterfall is a pool. There are some teahouses living near the pool.

Customers who are dependent on the Bai family. We can also build houses there, just a little further away from the waterhole."

"Is there any farmland nearby?" Zhu Ming asked.

"Yes, I'm optimistic about it," Zhu Guoxiang said. "Those mountainous areas are very barren. They usually grow millet, broomcorn millet, sorghum, etc., and all of them are leased to tea farmers for cultivation. We bought the land and cannot return the land at will. We must take care of the previous

of tenants.”

Zhu Ming smiled and said: "It's just right, let the tenants help farm the land, otherwise we will be too busy."

Down the hillside, more than ten meters away.

The pair of wooden clogs worn by Li Hanzhang had been handed over to his attendants to clean up the mud. He looked at his socks that were stained with muddy water and said, dumbfounded: "Brother Juncai, you and I should also be barefoot, otherwise we may have to wait until the afternoon."

Bai Chongyan felt a little unhappy. Wouldn't walking barefoot make his legs muddy?

But since Li Hanzhang said this, he had no choice but to put down his arrogance. He immediately took off his socks and handed them to his attendant, then rolled up a section of his trouser leg. After walking two steps, he found that they were really light.

Li Hanzhang not only took off his shoes and socks, but because he was too hot from hiking, he pulled his clothes open to both sides, revealing a large tattoo on his chest.

When Zhu Guoxiang saw him, he whispered to his son: "This man looks more like a promiscuous person."

"Fashionable, do you understand?" Ju Ming said, "The then Prime Minister Li Bangyan... Well, he is probably still a minor official now. This guy has a whole body of tattoos and is known as the 'Prodigal Prime Minister'. He often takes off his clothes during banquets.

The tattoo is exposed on the top, please guests and slaves to appreciate it carefully."

"Are the national leaders so clueless?" Zhu Guoxiang lamented, "He is indeed a minister promoted by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty!"

After walking for a while, Bai Chongyan pointed ahead: "Just turn around the mountain col."

Tea-picking songs have already been heard, and hundreds of men and women have gone up to the mountains to pick tea. Those who are skilled in the art still have free time to sing and have fun.
Chapter completed!