Chapter 88:

"This is the money used by the people today." The officials below carefully took a string of copper coins to Lin Yuan.
After Lin Yuan took it, he took a closer look. The front of the coin was "The Most Righteous Treasure", the back was "Auspicious" and "Quanchao", and it was marked with "Wufen" and "One Money".
This is the copper coin of the Yuan Shun Emperor period.
Lin Yuan had never made copper coins before—not stable enough, and the site was not large enough, even if he made the money himself, it would not be easy to circulate.
Made into paper money? The acceptance by the people should be good. After all, the Yuan Dynasty did a good job on banknotes, but anti-counterfeiting was too troublesome.
After making copper coins and gold and silver, Lin Yuan felt that this was a step backward.
After all, he already had banknotes and exchanged it for copper coins, gold and silver, which Lin Yuan felt a pity.
Lin Yuan asked, "Can the people outside still use money?"
Is the money available in the surrounding capitals and counties, or is it only used by Pingjiang?
When the official saw Lin Yuan for the first time, his heart would pop out of his chest. He deeply felt that this was the closest time he was promoted in his life. He quickly said, "I have seen food outside, and I can't buy one for a hundred. You can't buy the cheapest grain."
Lin Yuan nodded: "This money can no longer be used."
The official swallowed, "Yes, yes, my lord is right!"
Lin Yuan looked at this official, who was about 60 years old. If it were in the Taiping Reign, it would be the age when it was time to return to his hometown and return to his hometown. However, official retirement is different from modern times. There is no fixed retirement time. However, most officials at home Children who are arrogant will sue in advance. After all, if the elderly do not go down, the newcomers will not be able to come up. No emperor will be willing to let the whole family be high-ranking officials. If it is a petty official, it will be fine.
But there are also some who know that their children and grandchildren will not be able to take up their seats. They are seventy and eighty. As long as the emperor does not mention them, they will pretend not to know their age and continue to work.
"It's better to make copper coins." Lin Yuan said to the officials, "Engraved "God Bless China" on the front, and on the back... let's talk about it in a few days..."
He still has to think about it. To make copper coins, he must have a reign. He is now emperor?
Inconsistent with his plan, Lin Yuan could only say to the officials: "Use the most correct money first."
The officials didn't know what Lin Yuan thought, but they couldn't ask, and said quickly: "Your lord is right!"
Lin Yuan was made fun of by these sixty old men, and asked him with a smile, "Where are you from?"
The official said quickly: "Xiaguan, a native of Pingjiang, whose surname is Sun, Sun Zhilin!"
This man has a loud voice, and he speaks like a roar, his face is flushed, and he looks a few years younger.
"What did you do before?" Lin Yuan asked again.
Sun Zhilin’s eyes were big--he was born with small eyes and looked like squinting at people. In order not to make Lin Yuan feel that he was disrespectful, he bulged his eyes vigorously and did not dare to blink: "Xiaguan was originally Guan Zhuangzi. of!"
The Zhuangzi belongs to the public, and every year the money and grain earned at the village have to be handed over to the warehouse. This errand is good or bad.
The good thing is that this is definitely oily, although it will not be too much, but it will never be less.
The bad thing is that you can't reach the center of power when you do this, and even the little official below has more weight than his words.
Ping Jiang got down a group of people, so he was brought up.
Lin Yuan asked him: "How is your family now?"
Sun Zhilin smiled brightly: "Well, it's better than before! It's all the benefits brought by you, adults, and the people of Pingjiang are watching it! There is nothing more wise than you."
It is not difficult to be praised by others, Lin Yuan is also used to it, and after a few words with Sun Zhilin, he asks others to go down.
It is still in a hurry to make new money.
Now that the copper coins are released, the flow is still a big problem.
Money has to be in circulation to make sense, otherwise it is dead money.
Not in a hurry, or not in a hurry.
Lin Yuan sat on the chair with no expression on his face, thinking about what he had done along the way.
Some things are still too urgent.
Shouldn't be so urgent.
He is serious in reflection.
He wanted to change everything that needed to be changed in one effort, but he never thought that the world would be so chaotic, people's hearts would be unstable, and good things would sometimes turn into bad things. If there are any more interested people...
Lin Yuan finally found out that Song Shizhao was right about one thing, that the people were too tired.
The people need to recuperate, and Lin Yuan becomes too fast for the people to keep up.
Lin Yuan felt a little weak, leaning on the chair, the tea at hand was already cold, but without him speaking, people were afraid to come in to change the tea, he finished the cup of cold tea, and felt that his throat and stomach were cold.
He hasn't felt this powerlessness for a long time.
Is he wrong?
Lin Yuan felt that his idea was correct, and that what should be changed should be changed.
But he shouldn't be so fast, the methods shouldn't be so straightforward and brutal.
Lin Yuan instructed his servants: "Please invite Director Song to come."
The next person answered, and within half an hour, the person had arrived.
Lin Yuan personally invited Song Shizhao in.
"Sir." Lin Yuan stood in front of Song Shizhao and said, "After thinking about it, I found that the husband is still reasonable."
Song Shizhao is now very clear about his position, and he dared not take Qiao in front of Lin Yuan. He quickly said: "The officials have also thought about it. There is something wrong with the officials. The adults are in the right direction, and they are ignorant."
The two looked at each other and Lin Yuan sighed: "Pingjiang today is not my Pingjiang."
This piece of land belongs to him, but the people have not yet returned to Gaoyou. For Gaoyou, Nan Bodhisattva is the life-saving medicine and the only vitality in their hands. Therefore, they can quickly keep up with Lin Yuan's pace, not so much as keeping up, in fact It's because they didn't think about anything, what Lin Yuan said, they did what they did, so Lin Yuan felt that it was normal because of the strong action.
But it is not.
Pingjiang is a counterexample.
The people of Pingjiang lead a quiet and peaceful life, and they are wealthy. Even the most ordinary households don’t have to worry about food and clothing. Small households have servants, and those who are a little richer have a collection of books. Not everyone can have a collection of books. Generally speaking, books are passed on from father to son, from descendants to grandchildren, and passed on from generation to generation, so that they can be regarded as the source of family learning.
A collection of books requires dozens of books to be called a collection.
Although movable type has been printed, books have always been things of the ruling class, not readable by everyone, otherwise there would not be so many illiterates.
During the Taiping period, books were wealth. The more books a family had, the more valuable and valuable their family would be, and the higher their social status.
When Papa Lin asked to marry the old girl Yang, he valued the collection of books in Father Yang's hands. The poor Yang family couldn't even eat, and he didn't want to sell books. He would rather starve to death with those books.
It's a pity that Father Lin's idea fell through. After the Yang family got married, Father Yang relied on Father Lin's betrothal gift to take a sigh of relief and adopted a boy from the family. The collection of books and family properties was naturally passed on to this boy.
If there are too many scholars, they will be rebellious. They feel that they understand ten thousand truths, but they are just out of luck, otherwise one or two can go straight into the sky.
On the contrary, people who don't read books are obedient. They don't know the truth, they only know what the people above say.
It was only then that Lin Yuan understood why the ancients had always restricted the people from reading—in addition to the expensive pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the more important thing was rule.
Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao: "There is something to trouble you."
Song Shizhao: "The next official must be done properly."
Lin Yuan: "Let's have an essay meeting, those scholars...have to get them under control."
Lest they get in the way, their eyes are high and their hands are low, the principles are well-argued, and the open mouth is the sage saying the principles of Confucius and Mencius. In Lin Yuan's eyes, they are not as useful as the farmers who plant the land. The farmers can bring food.
Not producing, but only going to study, and being an official - Lin Yuan was afraid that they would go out to harm one party.
Song Shizhao smiled and said, "Then give it to the lower official."
So Song Shizhao chose more than 20 posts, and invited their son and grandson to participate in the literary meeting. The literary meeting is an elegant event. It is a group of people sitting in the house chatting and drinking, writing a few poems, or writing a few words. If there is a little ripple, you can still recruit prostitutes. The written poems are called prostitutes
women to sing, and it is also a literati anecdote to spread them out.
Lin Yuan sometimes didn't understand that it was this group of people who looked down on prostitutes
women the most, and it was this group who held prostitutes
women the highest.
Ten percent confirmed the ancient version of "true fragrance."
All the invitations sent by Song Shizhao went, all of them were quite excited.
After all, although Song Shizhao was left out in the cold before, he was recently brought by the Nan Bodhisattva, not to mention worse than before, obviously better than before.
Is it still a bad thing to hug such a leg?
Besides, the Nan Bodhisattva has not yet started the imperial examination, and there is no chance to get promoted, but as long as Song Shizhao is recommended, based on their ability, is it not easy to be an official?
Song Shizhao first chatted with them from house to house. He called every one of them. He even knew who the other party’s father was and whether there were any famous people in the family. They also knew the book collections of each family. They were praised by this group of scholars. smug.
Then Song Shizhao said: "Now that the South Bodhisattva first arrives in Pingjiang, there are many things to do, but there are not enough people to do it."
The group of scholars began to sigh together and said, "How can this be good!"
"Yes, after all, there are fewer scholars and fewer people who understand the truth. What do the people know? It's just a fool."
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Song Shizhao praised them again, saying that they were rare talents, and he was afraid that they would not be willing to help each other. After all, the scholars were noble, so he rashly invited them to be officials, fearing that they would feel humiliated.
This group of scholars also said: "Where is Director Song, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Although I am a scholar, I also know the priorities, how can I not know why?"
So Song Shizhao was happy, and at the moment he appointed a few people to go with him to see the South Bodhisattva.
Before a dozen other scholars could speak, he dragged them away.
Lin Yuan also sealed them off—have no real power, just look good.
When these scholars returned home, they found out in a daze that they were officials?
As soon as they appeared, other scholars hated and jealous. The most powerful thing about scholars is the pen and the mouth. They unite and prepare to get those people down. As for who will go up again when that time comes, that will be the next thing.
But in this way, these people began to become Lin Yuan's echo bugs.
After all, they have also discovered that it is not difficult to be an official, as long as the Nan Bodhisattva sees them, they can make a blockbuster.
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