Beijing.

In a box.

Yang Hanzhu, the boss of Yang's Trading Company, said something that made Liu Yu silent.

"Royal Bank, how come there is no money?"

Liu Yu was not specialized in economics, and he did not have a deep understanding of this area.

"It's not that you don't have money, it's that you can't lend it out at will."

"Master Liu, you may not know what the Royal Bank's money is used for."

"Let's put it this way, the silver is not for use, but as a voucher."

"How many silver notes can be issued according to the amount of silver. The number of bank notes cannot exceed the amount of silver. Otherwise, in the event of a run, the Royal Bank may be bankrupted."

Later, Yang Hanzhu explained in detail the relationship between silver and banknotes, and the reason why the Royal Bank could not lend too much silver.

"This time when the army sets off, the national treasury is empty. There is still a partial gap in terms of money and food, but the national debt cannot be increased any more."

Liu Yu said worriedly.

The national debt cannot be increased unless absolutely necessary.

When the imperial court issued national debt, it still had to be repaid, and Liu Yu never thought of asking the imperial court to default on its debts.

If the court defaults on its debt just once, the court's credit will be completely bankrupt and it will never be able to borrow money again in the future.

"Yang's Trading Company can lend this money to the imperial court."

Yang Hanzhu said suddenly.

"What are the conditions?" Liu Yu said.

"There are no conditions. This matter was ordered by my boss. When the imperial court was in danger, Yang's Trading Company did its best to help. Yang's Trading Company and the imperial court were both prosperous and devastated." Yang Hanzhu said with a smile.

Liu Yu also smiled.

"Okay, the court has remembered it."

The biggest condition is to have no conditions. Yang's Trading Company is a help in times of need, and the emperor must remember this favor.

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Xicheng Market.

"Have a pound of pork belly, no bones."

"okay!"

The Pork King stood in front of the meat stall, pointing the sharp knife in his hand at the pork spread out in front of him.

After a smooth cutting process, he cut off a piece of pork belly, tied it with straw, and weighed it with a scale.

No more, no less, exactly half a catty!

After paying the money, the customer happily left with the meat.

The Pork King raised his hand and took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and took out a match to light it.

Clouds of smoke rose in circles.

These cigarettes and matches are new things that appeared in the capital. They are sold in many grocery stores of Yang's Trading Company. They are very expensive. Generally, only ordinary people with rich wealth can afford to smoke and use them.

Pork King is the best butcher in this area. In terms of money, he still makes a lot of money. Most people can't afford it, but he can.

"Pork King, your cigarette is pretty good, can you have one for me too?"

A middle-aged man in brocade clothes was carrying a birdcage, strolling with Eight Immortal Steps, and winking at the Pork King.

"Go ahead, if you want to smoke, go and buy it yourself." Pork King waved his hand.

"What's going on? I really think I've lost all my fortune. I've made a living over the years, and I'm not just doing it for a living." The middle-aged man in brocade clothes put down the birdcage and rolled up his sleeves.

"I said Gao Yiming, what do you do for a living? You resold some pantyhose, shoes and hats, and the losses went to my grandma's house. Why not collect your rent properly? Those houses you have in the capital are rented out to outsiders, and they can't live well.

You have to throw away the rags and go to the casino to make money, and all your belongings are almost gone." The Pork King spat out, foaming at the mouth.

But he never expected Gao Yiming to listen.

If he could listen, he would have listened long ago and wouldn't be in this state.

"Pork King, we don't know who is who. What do you think I can do? I can only do one thing! Hey..."

As he spoke, Gao Yiming sighed.

"Then what's the solution? We are all sinners. The court has not punished us for our crimes and allowed us to live happily. That's good enough. What else do you want?"

The Pork King took another puff of cigarette.

I have been saying the same thing for more than ten years, but it is meaningless if I say it too much. Life has to go by slowly.

Generally speaking, someone will sigh when saying this.

Sure enough, Gao Yiming sighed again and said: "Hey, it would be great if the commander-in-chief is still alive. If the commander-in-chief is here, the commander-in-chief of the north, Yue Leiting, cannot be the commander-in-chief of the north."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? You say it every year, every month, every day. How can you make the commander-in-chief die?"

After saying the last word, Pork King suddenly froze, staring straight at the corner of the street behind Gao Yiming, and even dropped the cigarette from his mouth without realizing it.

"Pork King, what's wrong with you?" Gao Yiming asked in shock.

"He, he..." Pork King's eyes widened, he raised his hand and pointed forward, and could only make one simple sound in his mouth.

"Pork King, are you possessed by evil? What is he?"

After saying this, Gao Yiming turned his head subconsciously.

Then, his eyes widened, and he accidentally swayed and kicked the birdcage next to him, causing the parrot inside to flap its wings.

His throat was rolling, worse than the Pork King, and he couldn't say a word.

Under their gaze, a figure walked over from the opposite corner.

He was a tall man with a Chinese character face, wearing an ordinary blue robe, and there was an indescribable power in his movements.

"Xiao Wang, Mingzi, do you still recognize me?" The man stood in front of them with a smile on his face.

"Commander, is it you? Am I dreaming?"

Gao Yiming's eyes widened. He suddenly turned around and said, "Pork King, come and pinch me to see if I'm still awake!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the Pork King was jumping on his feet.

"Mom, the fire is burning my shoes. It hurts me to death."

The Pork King stepped hard on the ground a few times, stamping out the flames on his shoes.

By the way, he crushed half of the cigarette that was still burning.

"Stop pinching, the commander is real, we read it right."

The Pork King's eyes were full of excitement.

"It's true, God has opened his eyes!"

Gao Yiming knelt on the ground with a bang, clasped his hands together in worship, and muttered words.

Over the years, he has become a Buddhist and goes to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha every now and then.

How many times did he make a wish in front of the Buddha, hoping to see the Marshal again and return to his command.

Looking at it now, God has mercy on us, the Buddha has really come true!

In the future, I must go to the temple to fulfill my vows.

"Mingzi, get up."

Tai Shu Yi strode forward, grabbed Gao Yiming's arm, and lifted him to stand up.

"Well, that's right. I haven't stopped working hard over the years, and I'm still improving inside." Taishu Yi squeezed Gao Yiming's arm with his fingers and already judged his physical condition at this time.

"Commander..."

Gao Yiming's voice was choked with tears, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Chapter completed!