Zhou Mubai has lost a lot of weight recently. The last time the emperor scolded Yang Side for taking part in the party struggle, he did not get scolded, but became even more worried. He is a sensible person. The more the emperor scolded Yang Side, at least it means that the emperor is angry, angry that Yang Side was caught in the party struggle, and angry that Yang Side was disobedient, but the more he scolded him, the more it means that the emperor did not blame Yang Side. Just like ordinary people, children, the scolding of parents will pass.

But Zhou Mubai was not scolded like this. What does this mean? If we talk about party disputes, Zhou Mubai is definitely the one who is the most troublesome among them. Yang Side is relatively more honest, but the emperor just didn't scold him Zhou Mubai, but went to scold Yang Side. What's going on?

Zhou Mubai felt a sense of urgency in his heart, which was not a good sign. He stayed honestly for a while and saw that the emperor had not issued a crime edict, so he quickly discussed countermeasures with several confidants in the court and decided to lurk for some days and see the direction of the wind.

Therefore, the court has been calm these days, and Zhou Mubai is still a little worried. He entered the palace early in the morning. The guards at the door checked the waist signs for entering and leaving the palace. These guards naturally knew Grand Secretary Zhou Mubai. They took a look and then let him in.

After the notice, Zhou Mubai was led by a small eunuch, passed the water pavilion and the Quyou path, and suddenly saw several palace girls in the water pavilion on the small lakeside in the distance, giggling at each other, and sometimes giggling. Zhou Mubai thought about it, and his niece Zhou Xueer also sent her into the palace. I wonder if it was better to pass the land now, he grabbed the eunuch leading the way, took out a small piece of silver from the bag and stuffed it into the hand of the eunuch, and asked with a smile: "Dadfather-in-law, can a palace maid named Zhou be recognized in this palace?"

The palace maids in the palace are all the daughters of dignitaries, so this little eunuch is often asked about the situation in the palace, but the rewards given by Zhou are too little. The young master is obviously a little dissatisfied. This stingy and a grand grand scholar. He only uses broken silver for rewards. However, the young master is not a fool, and he is a close minister of the emperor and cannot be offended no matter what. He quickly smiled and said, "Thank you for the reward, Lord Zhou, Lord Zhou, Wandae."

The father-in-law smacked his lips: "There is indeed a palace maid named Zhou Di in the palace, but is it called Zhou Xueer? Oh my, Miss Zhou is a celebrity in front of the emperor. The emperor will take her with him wherever he goes in the palace, and there is also Miss Qu. Tsk, Lord Zhou, isn't she yours, right?"

When Zhou Mubai heard this, his waist immediately straightened, and the gloom that had been coiled around his head for several days was wiped out. He thought to himself, no wonder the emperor did not punish me, maybe it was not easy for Xueer to do so. Maybe Xueer is promising, maybe one day she will become an empress and concubine, or I, the eldest brother, will be blessed to give birth to such a good daughter, and in the future, will I become a royal relative?

Zhou Mubai thought of the four words of royal relatives, and quietly urged the young master. The two continued to walk to the cold winter pavilion, "I'm going to see the emperor." Zhou Mubai bowed. He only saw the emperor holding a pen on the table and writing. Zhu Jun raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Mubai. He waved to him: "Zhou Qing, come and see how my handwriting is written?"

Zhou Mubai brought his robe and walked up. He only saw four far-sighted and four words with undried ink on the floor paper on the table. The words were quite neat, but from Zhou Mubai's point of view, they were inferior. Zhou Mubai smiled and said, "Your Majesty's words are written more and more sophisticatedly, well, not bad."

Zhu Jun gave him a blank look and threw down his pen holder without any slightest sense. He knew very well what his own brush calligraphy was, but he had made some progress, but in the eyes of scholars, he might be at the level of garbage: "I know that I wrote poorly, so Zhou Qing doesn't have to comfort me anymore. Come, there are no outsiders here, sit down and talk."

Zhou Mubai sat down on the stool beside Zhu Jun and smiled and said, "Emperor, what's the use of writing this word? Which of the previous dynasty, Song Huizong and Li Houzhu, was not both outstanding poetry and lyrics, and their literary talent was outstanding. The calligraphy and paintings left behind were priceless. But so what? The emperor is not a painter. He doesn't need to be able to recite beautiful poems. It doesn't mean that whoever writes well can govern the country. In the hearts of the ministers, Song Huizong is a painter. Li Houzhu is a poet. Only the emperor is the real king of ten thousand chariots and the revival. As for writing and painting, these things are just art of elegance. Why do the emperor need to waste so much of his mind? "

Zhu Jun was flattered by Zhou Mubai and felt a little relieved. Since he traveled through time, he began to practice calligraphy diligently. But no matter how hard he tried, he was still a thousand miles away from those who had used brushes to learn literature since childhood. At this time, he heard Zhou Mubai relieve him and let go of his knot. He smiled and said, "Zhou Aiqing said that the rule of governing the country is the foundation of my life and life. By the way, what's going on in the Nanzhen Fusi? I heard that the orders of each branch had been issued by Commander Chen. I just don't know if they were willing to change the flag. Alas, the problem of resettlement of the people in Jinxia made me dizzy. In the past, I always thought that there were too few Han people. Now there are so many people all at once. I don't know how to deal with it."

Seeing Zhu Jundi's tone, Zhou Mubai felt a little confused. He said to the heart: "The Nanzhenfushi is not a big deal. Chen Yonghua has always been famous in the original world. Besides, they used the banner of land to revive the Ming Dynasty. Now the Ming Dynasty court and Chen Yonghua have issued a letter. I think they will not object. The resettlement of the people in Jinxia is stable for the time being. The sea is very rich. There are merchants everywhere and workshops are everywhere. Are you still afraid that they can't find anything to do? As long as you have something to do, you will have wages every month. With wages, you can fill your stomach. No one is willing to cause trouble."

Zhou Mubai said a few nice words first. He licked the corners of his lips and continued, "But I heard that due to the influx of a large number of people, the wages in the workshop have been reduced a lot. Thinking about it, it was. Originally, two taels of silver could not be recruited a few friends a month. Now if you don't do one tael of silver, seven or eight people will snatch the heads of doing it. There are too many people and the wages will be cheap. I'm afraid that the local Han people will have a lot of complaints about the population of foreign lands. If this continues, something may happen."

Zhu Jun frowned when he pressed his hand on the chair. This kind of thing happened in later generations. For example, in later generations, China, with so many people, wages have been reduced again and again. What is the reason? A factory needs to recruit workers. When they only spend 1,000 yuan and dozens or even hundreds of people come to register, the factory will naturally reduce its wages to 800 when it recruits the second time. The reason is very simple. No matter how low I pay, someone will do it. Even if I don’t buy insurance for you and don’t apply for medical insurance, I will still attract people if I let you work for twelve hours a day.

"I have created new policies to make the people happy. Are you still afraid that someone will criticize me? Zhou Aiqing, I only ask you, do you think this matter is feasible?"

"Feable!" Zhou Mubai realized that the opportunity had come. The merchant was the biggest supporter of Xinxue, and Xinxue and Zhou Mubai were the same party. If the status of the merchant was improved, Zhou Mubai's power would be greatly improved. Of course, Zhou Mubai firmly supported such a transaction.

"The emperor, since he wants to build a special zone, the minister has some ideas."

"Since recent years, some overseas businessmen came to Haidu to open workshops to make profits, many landlords in Myanmar were also jealous. You should know that if your workshop is well organized in Haidu, you can still have at least a few hundred taels of silver in a month. And those landlords rely on land to make a living, and hundreds of acres of land may not make so much in a year. If they can attract them to the Special Administrative Region, it is a good idea."

Seeing that the emperor listened seriously, Zhou Mubai said even more vigorously: "In Nanyang, many Han people are engaged in commercial trafficking. Some of these people have money, but they only need stability and face. Most of the people in Nanyang inherited the Ming system and looked down on merchants. Some countries in Nanyang even excluded Han merchants. If the emperor could respect merchants and provide them with protection, the ministers thought that these people were still willing to go to Haidu to set up factories. The emperor would better give some big merchants a false position so that they could give them some face in front of others."

"After all, what the people seek is just fame and fortune. The emperor is willing to give them a title, no longer treat them as lowly people, or even raise their status, so this title is available. It is even easier to make profits. The emperor lowers the tax rate for them and gives them as much convenience as possible. The goods produced in their workshops are shipped to all parts of Southeast Asia through maritime merchants, are you still afraid that there will be no profit?"

Zhou Mubai talked about it for half a stick of incense. The more he said it, the more he felt that the matter in the Special Administrative Region was indeed a good thing.

"What I said makes sense." Zhu Jun felt that the ancients were not all ignorant, but why did it become even more foolish in the Qing Dynasty? In the late Ming Dynasty, the emphasis on mercantilism, democracy, citizens awakened, and science-based ideas became popular with the rise of the study of mind. It became a fashion to scold the emperor even in Jiangnan. The system of using the system of electing emperors was also mentioned. Various advanced technologies were also born during this period. However, in the Qing Dynasty, under the oppression of literary inquisition, all thoughts and modern civilization were destroyed.

"The matters in the Special Administrative Region will be left to Zhou Qing. Are you very close to the great scholars and tribute students of the Xinxue Academy?"

"I am a great scholar in Xinxue. The tribute student is just a general friend and does not have much deep friendship. Please check it out." Zhou Mubai's face turned pale. The emperor asked this. He thought the emperor suspected that he had formed a clique with the officials in Xinxue for personal gain, so he hurriedly cleared his mind.

Zhu Jun smiled and said, "What are you in a hurry to clear away? I don't blame you. Those great scholars and tribute students who are interested in business have a lot of experience in industry and commerce. You can ask them to help you. The matters of the special zone are related to the foundation of the country. You must not take it lightly. You must show off your appearance to the people of the world. If you fail, I wonder how many people will applaud you secretly."
Chapter completed!