Rebirth of Buddhism

Fu Zhiyu also knew about this, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it: "Qian Manguan didn't tear his face after all, he still has some conscience, and the last few shops he wanted are really nothing, Deng Qian listened to this. All things, including the matter of the coachman, he knew in his heart that the Deng family was still in debt to the Qian family, and he did not regard that matter as adding insult to injury."

"Then...do you really just let these two families go like this?"

"It's no big deal at all, I just want to teach them to be obedient and not to be too lawless," Fu Zhiyu waved his hand, "The whole Jiangnan still depends on them, and besides, I will use them in the future. A slap should also be given to a sweet date."

He gave Qian Manguan the medicine, just to try out how these two families are. It seems that the results are not bad. Although Deng and Qian have harmed him, but being driven by profit for a while does not mean that this is full of evil.

If Qian Manguan had really pushed too much at that time, it would actually be bad.

After Fu Zhiyu finished speaking, he put away the incense ash casually, and muttered in a low voice out of the hearing of Imperial Physician Chen: "...It's getting too much."

Deng Qian should have rested during this time. When Fu Zhiyu came home today, he happened to come to visit.

His face looked fine, just a little pale, but it was better than being unconscious.

"Prince Zhao," he came forward as soon as he saw Fu Zhiyu's carriage, bowed and made a salute, "Caomin came here specially to thank you."

Fu Zhiyu raised the curtain and glanced at him: "Thank you for what?"

"The Qian family told me that the antidote was given by King Zhao," Deng Qian said, "The dog is childish and reckless, and he offended King Zhao, but he didn't think that Lord Zhao would not remember the villain's mistakes. It really made my Deng family feel ashamed, so I came here to thank you." , is also an apology."

Fu Zhiyu got off the carriage, and his tone was still lukewarm: "To be honest, I didn't do your poison, but it was indeed caused by me. Does Patriarch Deng hate me?"

"Caomin dare not talk about resentment," Deng Qian had already lowered his head, "It was my Deng family who made a mistake first."

"You take care of yourself," Fu Zhiyu said, "If you play tricks in the future, it won't end like this."

He went in after saying this, and ignored Deng Qian again.

Deng Qian, who stayed where he was, breathed a sigh of relief.

Later, Fu Zhiyu heard the news that after Deng Qian went back, he invited the family rules, and his precious son Deng Lang was beaten to the ground with injuries all over his body, and he is still recuperating.

"It's really not very smart," Fu Zhiyu also commented after hearing it, "If it were me, I would also smoke. If the Deng family's family business is handed over to him in the future, I think the four big businessmen will become the top three. A wealthy businessman."

Now the plot has changed drastically. It turned out that Deng Jinghe, who had been shining brightly during this time period, did not move, but Yuan Lu gloated and said that his hand was broken, and he was recuperating now, and he hadn't come out for several days.

"If you said it was accidentally dropped, I think it was beaten by someone," Yuan Lu said, "This kind of villain wants everyone to shout and beat him!"

A few days later, Deng and Qian's family followed the practice of drug stores and set up porridge shops in several other cities in the south of the Yangtze River, still in the name of Fu Zhiyu.

Many people outside actually didn't figure out what was going on. Although the matter of Deng and Qian's family could not be concealed before, there were only a few people who knew it well, and it was limited to this small circle of businessmen. These days, information transmission channels are very difficult. Limited, if it is not for those who are caring, they will not know all about this dark tide.

But giving porridge is a good thing. During this period of time, Fu Zhiyu's reputation outside is very good, to the point where everyone wants to praise Zhao Wang's benevolence, which makes Fu Zhiyu's plan to be implemented much smoother, at least laying a good foundation .

Yuan Jiangwen already knew what Fu Zhiyu was going to do in Jiangnan. He had already approached Fu Zhiyu several times and told him what he thought.

"Now you cheer up, uncle is very happy to see it," he said, "If you are short of money, come to me, I think the porridge shop is good, why don't you add a few more?"

"I accept Uncle's wishes, but don't just stare at the porridge shop." Fu Zhiyu poured him a cup of tea and said with a smile, "The porridge shop is just a temporary solution, and it shouldn't be too much. It should not be too long, the pharmacy has already collected it, and Deng and Qian's family almost don't want it.

If it has been placed on the ground for a long time, the people will get used to it, and they will take it for granted. If it disappears later, they will complain. good. "

"I'm afraid it's not easy for you to start with," Yuan Jiangwen said, "Jiangnan is actually difficult to control. Even if the four major families listen to you now, it will be difficult to control."

Fu Zhiyu knew that Jiangnan was a place with a solid foundation. It was not like some barren lands. Anyway, it was already at a low point, and no matter how hard it was, it was fine, but it was different here.

He smiled, and said again: "I went to the restaurant some time ago, and I heard those scholars talking about the way of governance there. Some of them said that as long as the money from the four major merchants is shared with everyone, there will be no such thing as Jiangnan. The poor, uncle, do you think it makes sense?"

Yuan Jiangwen smiled, and seemed to think that this kind of thinking was very naive. He shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to part with the money, it's just doing this..."

"It's actually the same as porridge shops. It's only a temporary rescue. If the family doesn't have the ability to earn money, it's useless to give money," Fu Zhiyu said, "It's useless to blindly scold the rich businessman for sucking blood. It sounds infuriating to only give fifty renminbi when the cloth sells for ten taels, but I have also read the files. Well, it was the caravans that opened up the trading channel, which made the price of cloth rise year by year. It is very unfair to only remember their blood-sucking, but not their credit.

Don't worry, uncle, if I need it, I will go to the Yuan family. "

After Yuan Jiangwen left, Fu Zhiyu sat alone at the desk, looking at the lines he had written, and stared blankly for a long time.

He looked confident in front of Yuan Jiangwen, but he knew in his heart how uneasy he was facing these things.

These things are actually not the first time he imagined them. Fu Zhiyu had already conceived them when he was the emperor in his previous life.

Everyone has their own strengths, but Ji Lin seems to be called the real Guangzong Yaozu only when he is an official. It seems that the rest are low-level things that cannot be put on the table. .

It's not bad to test for merit, but there are only so many official positions. What should most people do?

Jiangnan has actually realized part of what Fu Zhiyu envisioned in his previous life in the four professions of scholars, agriculture, industry and commerce. It can be regarded as a step ahead, but it is still not enough.

Due to the high status of merchants with developed commerce, there are more ways to get ahead here. In addition to merchants, there are also craftsmen.

But artisans are not something everyone can do. In fact, judging from the whole Jilin, the status of artisans is higher than that of businessmen. This kind of skill is not something everyone can learn. Generally, it is passed down from generation to generation, and only a limited few apprentice.

Not to mention farming, he looked around, there are many kinds of rice in the south of the Yangtze River, the crops are very single, the bottom farmers don't know how to adapt and are unable to adapt, and the farm tools they use are also very simple, and the old scalpers who plow the fields are considered a luxury in many villages , the vast majority are still cultivated by manpower.

Fu Zhiyu has seen many worlds in the main god space. He knows that the ancient world of "Celebrities" is backward in level, but as far as the limitations of the times are concerned, Fu Zhiyu can't make too many epoch-making things. He is not so versatile yet. Omniscient, but it is still possible to make some improvements on the current basis.

The same is true for institutional matters. Deep changes cannot be made in the short term, and more caution is required.For example, Fu Zhiyu knew that allowing farmers to directly hold the land would greatly change their living conditions, but if he did so, it would be tantamount to touching the deepest interests of the upper class of landlords in this era. He himself is a big landlord, Fu Zhiyu thought Self-innovation does not mean that others agree.

Times have limitations, and he can't do whatever he wants. Fu Zhiyu has long planned, but his experience in the Lord God's Space made him feel more deeply, and he can see from top to bottom what currently exists and what can be changed.

This is a rare free world that can be changed. Fu Zhiyu feels that he has been reborn once, and he has been doing very well so far, but if he does it, the fate of more people will be changed.

Not only for Niangqin, Mingdao and Yuan's family, this is actually...just his own regret.

However, when he thought of this, he unconsciously tapped his finger on the table. Before that, is there a certain hidden danger that needs to be solved?

When returning home today, Fu Zhiyu went to the biggest tavern in the city and bought two pots of peach blossom wine.

He didn't invite anyone today, he just sat in the pavilion by himself, drinking alone in front of the moon, and drank the two jugs of wine. He fell asleep on the bed without even a quilt.

Although the weather is getting warmer now, it starts to get colder at night. Fu Zhiyu didn't wear thick clothes, and he opened the window again, and there was a gust of cool wind. Lying on the bed, he seemed to feel it too, shrinking. She shrank back, but it seemed that she had fallen into a deep sleep, and she didn't reach out to pull the quilt.

Not long after, there was a slight movement from the window, and a figure flashed in. First, he closed the window lightly, and then walked to the bed, trying to cover him with the quilt.

But when Fu Zhiyu was lying down, he happened to be pressed against the quilt. The man was afraid of waking him up, so he moved more cautiously, but when the quilt was half covered, he heard the cold and indifferent voice of the person on the bed: "You come here. How long have you been here?"

Fu Zhiyu opened his eyes and was looking at him. There was no hint of drunk in his eyes, they were very clear.