Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Since ancient times, China’s farmers have been the most sincere and loyal group of people. They simply believe that by relying on their own hands, they can feed themselves and live a happy life. They work hard and work hard day and night, hoping that they can eat and their families can eat. This is what they all look forward to. It's unbelievably simple.

However, such simple expectations still often fail, and the reason why it fails is nothing more than four words: natural disasters and man-made disasters. Irregular winds and rains, droughts and floods, and poor harvests in the fields are natural disasters. It's a man-made disaster to encounter a cruel and ruthless master's house, and collect the rent that is too heavy for people to breathe.

Li Xin looked at the old man Zhang, who kowtow to him in front of him, and would not stop no matter how to persuade him, he was very unhappy. He obviously didn't do anything to help Old Man Zhang, but he was able to get such sincere thanks from Old Man Zhang, and he almost regarded him as a reborn parent. This weird sense of dislocation made him feel a little heavy.

After sending away the old man Zhang, who also said that everyone in Master Zhuangzi would worship Li Xin's tablet, Li Xin suddenly lost the mood to go out to play.

Wang Gui, who had been standing by and silent, finally said: "In fact, the prince only needs to reduce the rent by a few percent, and should not directly exempt all the rent."

Li Xin gave Wang Gui a puzzled look.

"In fact, the palace is also short of money." Wang Gui smiled bitterly.

As the king of Chu, Li Xin has three main sources of income: one is the salary issued by the court, the other is the rent paid by the tenants in the fief, and the third is the reward he receives from His Majesty Li Er from time to time. Among them, the largest one is the second one.

On weekdays, Li Xin's clothing, food, housing, transportation, and the arranging of horses and horses, there are so many places to spend money, and the income of the palace is just enough. Now, Li Xin has waived hundreds of households' land rent for a year, and the cost of the palace has suddenly become stretched.

"Last year, I saw that the great cloak of the prince was a bit old, and I was still thinking about buying a new one this year. Now it seems that I can't buy it anymore." Wang Gui said complainingly, but he was a little relieved in his eyes. In any case, seeing the benevolent shadow of the old prince in the little prince's body is a great happiness to him.

Li Xin waved his hand and said, "What's the point of such trivial matters? If people starve to death for two pieces of clothes, this is my sin."

"That's why the prince is too generous. In fact, this year's rent is only half of the rent. The Zhuangzi keeps the hungry people, and the palace does not need to be so tight on hand." Wang Gui sighed.

Li Xin smiled and said: "Okay, I will figure out how to make money. There are so many ways to make money in the world. Why bother to grab food from the farmers who are scrabbling in the ground?"

Wang Gui smiled bitterly. In his opinion, Li Xin has no talent for business. Looking at the entire Chang'an, which family is not secretly operating a few businesses, only the Chu Prince's Mansion has nothing. If not, he would not care about the taxation of the fief.

Li Xin also knew what virtue his body was before, so he didn't explain much. In fact, when he was drinking with Qin Huaiyu yesterday, he had a plan to make money in his heart. The accident that he encountered today just made him start this plan ahead of time.

Li Xin didn't go out for an autumn tour at all, so he ordered Wang Gui to help him find a few handy blacksmiths, and then plunged into the study. Runniang naturally followed up nicely.

As soon as he entered the study, Li Xin spread a piece of white paper on the table. Runniang immediately removed the faintly scented Songyan Ink and sculpted a thick black ink on an exquisitely crafted inkstone.

Li Xin bowed his head and thought for a while, lifted his brush soaked in ink, and started writing and drawing on the paper.

In his previous life, Li Xin often did industrial drawing operations, used pencils and various precision drawing tools, and had to observe strict rulers and legends. But right now, he doesn't have a pencil, and he doesn't have the corresponding drawing tools, so he can only use a brush to paint on paper with his bare hands, which is naturally uncomfortable. Fortunately, after all, he has some background in painting, and he can barely see straight lines when he draws freehand.

While studying ink, Runniang watched Li Xin's movements curiously. She didn't understand what Li Xin was doing—what is this painting? It is strangely shaped, like a big pot, and there are many weird things. tube.

Wang Gui's efficiency is still acceptable. When Li Xin's design drawings were just finished, he happened to bring two old blacksmiths to the study outside the study.

Li Xin immediately picked up this wet-inked design, walked out of the study happily, showed it to the two blacksmiths, and asked, "How about it, can you type something like this?"

The two blacksmiths looked at this design drawing over and over for a long time, unexpectedly they couldn't understand the meaning of Li Xin's design drawing. Li Xin had no choice but to tell them the main points of looking at the drawing. They understood to some extent what was drawn on this design drawing and how to type it, but what is the use of this weird thing? The two of them don't understand at all.

Fortunately, after reading the design drawings, the two blacksmiths said that this thing is not difficult to make, and they can make a set in two days. Li Xin was overjoyed and said, "Okay, then you go back and fight. As long as you do well, this king will need your rewards."

As soon as the two blacksmiths heard that there was a reward, their eyes brightened, and they patted their chests and promised that they would do a beautiful job. Then they carefully rolled up the design drawings drawn by Li Xin and retired. It seemed that they were going to study how to build it. .

After the two of them walked away, Wang Gui asked strangely: "What did the prince drew for them just now? Is it a pot?" He really didn't know what was wrong with his prince suddenly, so he had to find a blacksmith to make such a strange pot. , And don’t know what the pot is for.

Li Xin smiled mysteriously, and said: "You don't know this. This is not an ordinary pot. If my experiment is successful, you can rest at home and wait for the money to be counted. You can make a few hundred pens. There is still no problem, so that you can see what my prince is capable of."

Seeing his prince full of confidence, although Wang Gui did not express much hope for Li Xin's earning money, he still showed a smile, but secretly prayed that the prince would not be too sad if the test failed.

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