The birth of the dragon grandson is a cause of celebration throughout the world.
Although he was not the eldest son, Emperor Jing still specially organized a ceremony to worship his ancestors.
No one among the officials expressed any opinions, as everyone had been looking forward to it for many years.
After all, Li Yuanzhao was already in his twenties when he had his first child...his fertility is really worrying.
We’ll talk about the future later, but there is hope now.
Fang Zhengyi didn't care about these things. As long as the child was born safely, it was good enough. Others could celebrate however they wanted.
I can hardly take care of my own son, and I am also busy writing memorials.
I have been preparing the ten rules for opening a business for several days, including theory, logic and examples!
If the imperial court cannot relax the many restrictions on the people, then business will certainly not be able to develop rapidly, let alone the emergence of capital.
Although food is plentiful now, the development conditions of the people will gradually force the court to make changes.
But since he has decided to do it, he must not be content to wait and must speed up the process.
Otherwise, what kind of time traveler are you? If you come out to cause trouble, why can't you make it more successful?
This time, taking advantage of Emperor Jing's good mood, if we submit it, there might be a chance of it being passed.
However, Fang Zhengyi's hopes were soon dashed.
This memorial was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.
If nothing unexpected happens, it will be kept and not released.
At this moment, Fang Zhengyi was busy revising a memorial in the Pacification Office, preparing to submit another one.
Qian Desheng sat down at the side and served tea. When he had free time, he would pick up the official document from the Jinyiwei next to Fang Zheng and examine it carefully.
Fang Zhengyi handed most of the official documents to him to handle and was too lazy to take care of them personally.
After a long while, Fang Zheng reviewed the revised memorial and let out a long sigh.
This revised version has less substantive content and more emotion and flattery.
However, Fang Zhengyi was very satisfied and felt that his Chinese level had improved again.
After reviewing it once more and making sure it was correct, he threw the memorial accurately onto Qian Desheng's desk: "Old Qian, take a look at what I wrote."
Qian Desheng did not dare to neglect it. He put down the official document in his hand and picked up the memorial. He read it carefully and said, "Master, to be honest, it is not as good as the last time I wrote it. It feels like there is a lot of water in it."
"You don't understand this. No one likes to read pure dry materials. Only when water is added can they be smooth and flow smoothly. Besides, other people's memorials are thin, only the master's and mine are so thick. Do you think anyone would not be willing to pick the thick ones first?"
"Master, you are smart!" Qian Desheng praised: "The more words there are, the more content there is! But...Master, the core things here have not changed. Choosing a prefecture as a pilot for business is probably too radical. Since ancient times, agriculture has been valued and commerce has been despised. This has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Based on my experience, I'm afraid the higher-ups will definitely not agree to it."
"So... I think you'd better not hand it over, for fear of causing trouble to His Majesty."
Fang Zheng put his hands together and sighed, "Who says it's not true? But if I don't hand it over, no one will think of doing it, even if they don't say anything after seeing it."
"But I didn't expect that the memorial was submitted but they didn't even take it out, at least they could discuss it."
"Never mind. You have a point. Give me the memorial and help me prepare the gifts. I'm going to the Ministry of Revenue."
Qian Desheng asked, "Master, why are you going to the Ministry of Revenue?"
"Get someone to help me speak for me. Find someone who has influence."
"What gift?"
"Just some tea and snacks will do. No need to pick anything too expensive."
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Ministry of Revenue.
Xu Wenshu was sitting in his office, sipping tea and reading a book.
Although the Ministry of Revenue is busy, it also has time to relax. It is inevitable that you will have a headache when you are always looking at those numbers and official documents.
The book I found today is quite interesting. It was brought from home and bought by my son.
A strange story novel, which is said to have originated from Taoyuan County.
However, the content is quite novel and interesting to read, and it is perfect for relaxing.
The book was not thick and easy to read, so Xu Wenshu quickly read to the end. Suddenly, someone came to report: "Sir, Jinyiwei Commander Fang wants to see you!"
Jinyiwei? Fang Zhengyi!
Xu Wenshu suddenly perked up, put the book aside, and said loudly, "Please come in!"
Not long after, Fang Zheng walked into the public housing with a smile on his face, carrying a lot of bags.
Xu Wenshu was puzzled, but he stood up and greeted him with a smile, "A rare guest! A rare guest, what business does Lord Fang have in visiting the Ministry of Revenue today?"
"On business? No! I was just bored and remembered that I had dinner with you last time and said I would give you some tea. So I came here because I remembered it."
Fang Zhengyi raised the object in his hand as he finished speaking.
Xu Wenshu blinked and thought carefully in his mind.
It’s been a while since I last had dinner with him...Did he say he would send me some tea?
"Master Fang, please take a seat. Someone, bring Master Fang some tea."
Xu Wenshu said, "I welcome you, but forget about the gifts. My family is not short of tea. I appreciate your kindness, and you can take the gifts back."
As soon as Fang Zheng sat down, he smiled and said, "It's nothing valuable, just some popular food. You can take it. It's heavy enough for me to carry."
As he spoke, he opened a paper package, revealing the snacks inside.
Seeing that they were all common things, Xu Wenshu breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, if it's inconvenient to hold them, I won't be polite."
After a brief greeting, he saw that Fang Zhengyi had no intention of leaving.
Xu Wenshu asked tentatively, "Sir Fang, you don't come to my temple for no reason. This is your first time to the Ministry of Revenue since I took office. If you have anything to say, just say it. There are no outsiders here."
Fang Zheng touched the memorial in his hand, thought about it for a while and decided not to take it out yet.
So he smiled and said, "It's really nothing important, but I do have some questions...I would like to consult."
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