The Vice Minister of Justice touched his swollen forehead and, ignoring the pain, turned his gaze to the Minister of Rites.
Minister of Rites: ...
He spoke silently.
The assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice understood.
The old guy was cursing "Fuck you".
Look, look, the Minister of Rites, who has always abided by etiquette, is actually cursing people.
At this time, the experience of the clan house on the other side.
He slapped his thigh hard.
"I figured it out."
The people who were fighting enthusiastically stopped.
Among this group of people, the one with the most distinguished status is this person from the clan affairs office. He has some abilities and is the nephew of the old emperor. If he joins in, the others will have to give in.
"I think it's clear now. I love my wife. I love my wife now."
Everyone: You have been thinking for a long time, wondering which one you love?
The clan official clapped his hands vigorously, grabbed the person next to him and said, "Tell His Majesty that I have something to do and I have to leave first."
Having said that, the man ran away.
After having fun, the old emperor didn't want to stay in the Huguo Temple any longer, so he took the queen back to the palace.
The old emperor's carriage was quite luxurious, stable and spacious inside.
But the spaciousness inside had nothing to do with the three of them because they were sitting next to the groom.
[The environment in places that are not polluted by industry is good. Haha, I suddenly thought of the saying that burning wheat straw will pollute the environment. In agricultural society, people have been burning wheat straw for thousands of years without any problems. But in industrial society, burning wheat straw will pollute the environment. I am laughing.]
[Well, the battles the old emperor fought were going very smoothly. I think there will be good news soon.]
The old emperor in the carriage happily drank a few more glasses of wine.
Shen Zhiyi took a quick glance and quickly looked away.
[That place seems nice. ]
where?
Many people followed Shen Zhiyi’s direction and saw the stalls at the entrance of the East Market.
No, what is Shen Zhiyi looking at this for?
[I sent a lot of my salary home. My stepparents and elder brother are good people. It feels like seeing my own parents, so I gave them some this time. However, communication was really slow in ancient times. I haven't received any replies from them yet.]
Shen Zhiyi felt a little itchy.
[I shouldn’t have sent it earlier. It would be much better if I could hold it myself. ]
After being depressed for a while, Shen Zhiyi turned to Zhang Sheren and said in a low voice: "Zhang Sheren, I have a question to ask you."
"Just keep talking, Mr. Chen. I will tell you everything I know."
"It's not a big deal. I just want to know if there are any formalities required to set up this stall?"
[There should be some formalities, right? If you don’t give them, you will be chased by the urban management. ]
Zhang Sheren was surprised and said, "Chen Lang wants to set up a stall? If you are short of money, I can lend it to you temporarily."
"Well, I'm not short of money, but people never complain about having too much money."
Zhang Sheren was stunned.
Didn't Shen Zhiyi complain every day that she didn't even get enough sleep? Why did she have to set up a stall?!
This must be due to lack of money, and it is definitely not as easy as Shen Zhiyi said on the surface.
Not only did Zhang Sheren feel that Shen Zhiyi was short of money, but all the civil and military officials in the court felt that Shen Zhiyi was short of money.
The old emperor in the carriage reflected on himself.
Is it true that the salary he offered to Shen Zhiyi is so low?
The price is so low that the other party has to rely on setting up stalls to supplement the family income.
"Mr. Zhang, just tell me what needs to be done."
"It's not complicated to set up a stall, but it's more complicated to open a store. You have to go to the municipal office to apply for qualifications."
【Oh, business license. 】
"If it's catering, you have to go to the Stabilization Bureau to make sure it's hygienic."
【Oh, a health certificate. 】
"If you set up a stall, it will occupy the road and you may be fined by the Municipal Office or the Price Bureau."
[Zhang Sheren is talking a lot of nonsense. I just guessed this and wanted to know what to do so that I don’t have to pay the fine.]
Zhang Sheren: ...
Isn't he taking this opportunity to give Shen Zhiyi a good scientific introduction?
"Actually, it's up to you. There will be no fees or fines."
"Ah? It's free."
Zhang Sheren nodded and said, "Yes, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, uh, the current Minister of Personnel, once proposed that the stalls be set up for free and only some cleaning fees be charged."
Not long after this policy was implemented, the prosperity of market trade appeared before the old emperor at a speed visible to the naked eye.
[The old emperor hates merchants, so why did he agree to this? Tsk tsk tsk, the old emperor is really a complicated creature.]
The old emperor let out a breath of foul air in annoyance.
He hated those wealthy businessmen, not the common people who set up stalls and made a little money.
Besides, the prosperity of the market economy is also good for the national treasury.
But he hated big businessmen.
The richer they are, the more annoying they are.
Shen Zhiyi nodded, and after thinking about it for a while, his mind kept circling about the matters of setting up a stall.
As the inner thoughts were leaked, the news that Shen Zhiyi was short of money spread like wildfire, and all the officials in Dajing knew that Shen Zhiyi was out of money.
On duty late at night, Shen Zhiyi is not alone.
"Chen Lang, slow down, slow down."
The one walking towards Shen Zhiyi was the Minister of Revenue.
"Minister of Revenue, you need me for something."
"There's something good, something very good."
The Minister of Revenue folded his hands and said, "After Wang Xianggong resigned and returned to his hometown, his wife also wanted to return to her hometown with him. However, the Wang family has a lot of businesses in Dajing, so Wang Xianggong asked me to help him find someone to help support the business of several stores."
"It's not a big deal. Just check the account book every month. It's easy. But you can get a lot of money. Isn't this a great thing?"
After the Minister of Revenue was happy alone for a while, he saw Shen Zhiyi nodding in agreement.
He said excitedly: "Oh, I just thought about it and thought of you, Shen Lang. If you are willing, I will go and talk to Wang Xianggong about this matter now."
"Hey wait."
Shen Zhiyi grabbed the Minister of Revenue’s arm and quickly took it back.
"We should not be careless about this kind of thing. I suggest that Mr. Wang find some people who know him well."
[Nnnd, you are taking advantage of me. There are problems with the account books of those shops, so you asked me to be the store manager. Isn't this just making me a scapegoat? ]
Minister of Revenue: ???
[Alas, there really is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. ]
The Minister of Revenue didn't expect that he was cheated by Prime Minister Wang, and he was so angry that his teeth were itching.
"Chen Lang, wait a moment. I'll go check it out and come back to you."
The scene changed.
The Minister of Revenue appeared at the residence of Prime Minister Wang.
"My husband, there are problems with the shops you gave me."
Even though spring had arrived, Mr. Wang was still wearing a coat.
He looked at the aggressive Minister of Revenue in surprise, and subconsciously said, “How is this possible? My wife and I specially picked a few profitable shops. Shen Zhiyi can just lie down and collect the money.”
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