"Regular business can be opening an inn or restaurant, decorating it luxuriously and adding some special signs to make people feel respected. Unconventional business is farming..."
Qi Yuan: "Stop! I only need to know the conventional things. As for the unconventional things, just forget about them!"
Qi Li obediently agreed: "Yes. I understand. Father, there are actually many things that can be sold. For example, your handwriting, your teacups used by your father..."
"Who dares to use something I have used?!" Qi Yuan's eyes almost popped out.
What kind of idea did this brat come up with? !
Are the emperor's things something that ordinary people can use?!
"You can collect it. And..." Yinzhen looked at his father cautiously.
This look made Qi Yuan's heart skip a beat. He intuitively felt that Xiaojiu had not finished speaking, and that this was not what he wanted to hear.
But he was a rebellious person by nature: "And what?! Don't worry, just say it!"
Xiaojiu knelt down with a plop and kowtowed to his father:
"Father, you don't know that many of the things you asked me to throw away have been bought by others. The paper you tore up, the porcelain you accidentally broke..."
Qi Yuan: ???!!!!
"Those things can actually be sold for money?!"
Qi Yuan thought about how much junk he had thrown away during his thirty-plus years on the throne, and suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard in the heart.
"This is just like how you, Father, like Wang Youjun's calligraphy and also pay attention to the inkstones he used."
Xiaojiu obviously does have some business acumen.
Although he didn't know the term "celebrity peripherals", he already understood the essence of the matter.
After Qi Yuan thought about it carefully, he felt more and more that Xiaojiu was right.
He thought about it and looked at Xiaojiu who was kneeling on the ground.
The eldest brother, the prince and the fourth brother were all sent out to work.
Adding a small nine should be fine, right?
The more Qi Yuan thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
A smile immediately appeared on his face: "Xiaojiu, the emperor has an errand for you. Are you willing to help him?"
Xiaojiu looked up in confusion: "Huh?"
He looked at his father blankly, "Father, what's the matter?"
It's strange. I always feel that the way my father smiles right now looks weird.
"Are you willing to help father?" Qi Yuan did not rush to answer, but asked again.
Xiaojiu felt something was wrong.
But after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what was wrong. He just nodded blankly:
"Yes! Xiaojiu is willing to share father's worries!"
The emperor asked him to help!
He should be very happy.
But looking at his father's expression, Xiaojiu just felt weird.
"good!"
Qi Yuan slammed the table, "Father knows it all, our Xiaojiu is a good child! Come, get up quickly, listen to me..."
Xiaojiu, who was personally helped up by her own father, was in a daze.
After hearing what his father said, he felt that his brain was not enough:
"Father, what did you say?"
Is he hallucinating?
The Emperor actually let him take over the Imperial Household Department?!
"You heard it right." Qi Yuan nodded affirmatively.
Xiaojiu opened his eyes wide and said, "But, I am only eight and a half years old this year!"
He's not even nine years old!
Is the emperor going to start making him work?
Thinking about how the Crown Prince is so busy every day, he always looks very tired every time he comes to see them.
Xiaojiu shuddered.
"That's all right. You like making money, don't you? Don't worry about anything else, just focus on making money. Just use the methods you just mentioned!"
Xiaojiu: ...
He looked at his father's face and felt that the tall and majestic image of his father in his mind was shattered into pieces in an instant.
"Father, don't you think there's something wrong?"
Xiaojiu looked at his father with a strange look.
Qi Yuan, however, remained calm:
"If others can sell them, why can't I? Besides, they're all mine! I can't let others pick them up and sell them for money!"
Although the national treasury has not been very empty in recent years, it is still not enough.
If something happens and money is needed, there will be a vacuum!
Xiaojiu: ...
That makes a lot of sense.
But he still felt that his father was a little strange.
But he didn't dare to say it, nor did he dare to ask, so he could only nod obediently: "Okay! I'll do it!"
"Alright!" Qi Yuan agreed. "You'll take up your post today!"
Xiaojiu: ...
I feel that my father is more and more weird.
"Father, you promised me..."
"Oh, right, go ahead."
Xiaojiu's face was serious as he knelt down again: "I would like to ask the Emperor for permission to allow my tenth brother to move into the prince's residence early and live with me!"
"Hey! Just a small matter? I agree. Now you are in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, you can arrange this matter yourself."
Xiaojiu's face lit up with joy: "Thank you, Father! I will go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to take up my post right away!"
After saying that, he stood up and ran out in a hurry.
The joy on his little face was so obvious that Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment:
"Cao Bai, follow me and take a look."
"Yes."
Cao Bai is the chief steward beside Qi Yuan and Qi Yuan's confidant.
As soon as Cao Bai left, Qi Yuan sat back on the dragon throne and looked at the rosewood box in front of him.
Thinking that the box contained the money earned by his mother, and how she earned the money, he felt his temples throbbing.
He suddenly realized that he really thought too highly of himself.
Since he got married at the age of sixteen and took power, he rarely asked his mother for her opinion.
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