Baicaoshi asked Zheyu, "Bao Yu, what are you going to do?"
Baicaoshi is angry at the mastermind behind the scenes, but she still has her senses, and she can understand the forbearance of Bu Jingwei and Bu Zhan.
Zhe Yu took her hand and squeezed her palm, "I took someone away today, and it won't take long for him to hear the news. Maybe someone will be sent to kill him. We just need to wait and see. Whoever did it is the one who started it."
What Zhe Yu said was light and calm, but Baicao Poetry's emotions were more complicated.
The royal family is the least concerned about blood and family ties. Brothers born to the same father have to fight each other for their own interests. But Emperor Yanwu only regarded Zheyu as the sharpest sword.
How resolute he is when he raises his sword, how heavy the backlash he will encounter in the future will be.
"About the five hundred thousand taels, have you figured out how to collect them all?"
"Actually, you also saw it today. The cost of the project may not really need 500,000 taels, but it was reported by the head of the construction. I read Bu Zhan's account books, and according to his calculation, it only needs 350,000 taels. gone."
This member of the royal family of the philosophical generation swallowed 150,000 in one go, how greedy!
But 350,000 snowflake silver is spread on the people of Wanzhou. Even if Wanzhou is rich, it is enough to drink a pot.
"I don't want the common people to give money, Madam, can you teach me a good way." Zhe Yu asked with a smile.
Actually, Baicaoshi already had some calculations in her heart.
She thinks differently from many people.
Historically, at the end of the Qin Dynasty, the peasants revolted and finally burned down the Efang Palace. Baicaoshi would only feel pity.
If Efang Palace stays, will it become the same existence as the Summer Palace and Old Summer Palace in Beijing today?
That is the heritage of the city and the gift of history.
So she will not try to stop the construction of the palace. But she hopes that the palace can be built at the most economical cost and retain the greatest beauty for future generations. "I have an idea, which is crowdfunding."
Crowdfunding is a new vocabulary for many people. Zhe Yu was not the first to hear about it. As early as when Baicaoyuan Group was established, a similar approach was adopted.
"So who is the target of crowdfunding?"
"People from Yanjing." Baicaoshi lifted the curtain of the carriage. At this time, the carriage had already entered the city. "Yubao, look, the materials used in the houses of Yanjing people are similar. I think it is possible to crowdfund building materials from the common people, and the common people decide how much each household contributes. In this way, the common people participate in the construction of the palace, It will enhance a sense of pride, and there will be more things to talk about after dinner. Of course, those who donate a lot will be commended by the government, such as a small sample of the palace, so that they will be willing to donate generously."
"When the palace is built in the future, the royal family will also be grateful for the contributions of the people, and always remember that the people are the most important, the community is second, and the king is the least."
Baicaoshi was about to say something, but Zhe Yu's eyes seemed to be fixed on her. She touched her face, "Is there anything abnormal on my face?"
Zhe Yu raised his hand, and brushed on Baicaoshi's clean face. One couldn't hold back, and kneaded twice more.
Baicaoshi covered her face, pouted, and turned into a little puffer fish.
Zhe Yu tilted his head and kissed her. The exhale was hot, in her ear. "My wife is so nice, I'm afraid that everyone in the world will come to **** her, and I really want to hide you."
Pei Yuanxian knew about it, so he sent someone to **** it.
Such a handsome man, so flirtatious, how can Baicaoshi stand up?
Seeing the carriage drive into the West Market, Baicaoshi suppressed her temper and raised the curtain.
"Do you want to buy a book?" Zhe Yu caught a flash of inspiration in Baicaoshi's eyes.
"No, I want to print a book. But I need to find a reliable bookstore."
What Zhe Yu could think of for printing books, it must be for the University of Chinese Medicine. Then he said something domineering and sideways.
"The most reliable way is to open a bookstore by yourself. Anyway, you have so many properties, you don't need a bookstore."
Baicao Poetry: "..."
How did Xianggong’s brain grow and how smart he is.
But looking for a store and a buddy is another toss.
Zhe Yu read her mind from her excited to disappointed expression.
"You don't need to do everything yourself, just buy a company directly. When the time comes, our people will familiarize themselves with the process first, and just take over directly."
Baicaoshi was about to jump up excitedly, fearing that she was about to hit the roof of the carriage shed.
She took Zhe Yu's hand, "Then please, my husband, accompany me for a walk around the bookstore, and see if any unlucky ones will not be able to open it, and it will be shut down."
This stroll lasted two hours, and Zhe Yu's legs were almost worn out, and he swore that he would never go shopping with women, tailor shops, or bookstores in the future.
In short, you can't go shopping.
Because of Baicao Poetry, when I was looking for a bookstore, I visited Qinghuafang again, and checked the location of the drugstore by the way.
If a woman has so much property in her heart, how much thought does she have to share with her husband?
Zhe Yu suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
However, with Zhe Yu's company, Baicaoshi's efficiency is very high. She bought a relatively secluded bookstore with a less central location at an unexpected speed.
The first task of Test Bookstore is to publish "Four Seasons Healthy Medicinal Diet".
She had prepared this a long time ago. In order to nourish the queen mother's body, she wrote a book on medicinal diet.
But now she's in full print.
In order to promote the sales of the book, she asked to add a preface to the front of the book. The theme is "through the stomach, to reach the man's heart."
Because in this era, cooking is still the fate of most women.
But if the book can be passed, women will have an additional skill of capturing men, which might be a good thing to do good deeds.
Sitting back in the carriage, Zhe Yu said with a smile: "Shishi always has a lot of insight that ordinary people don't have. This 'through a man's heart first through his stomach', I think it is very sharp, and I have a feeling that this will be the next book "Dayan Fengwuzhi". I'm afraid that Yanjing paper will be expensive again."
Baicaoshi smiled, "Privately, I hope that men in the world can give women more respect and love, instead of this, because the stomach is comfortable, and they will give more love."
Zheyu understood her delicate thoughts, took out a box of peach blossom cakes from the package behind her, and handed them to her, "Shishi, although we started with delicious food, we ended up with feelings. I guess you are hungry, eat some."
With this reminder, Baicaoshi remembered the current time. She slapped her forehead, opened the curtain in front of the car, and shouted to the driver, "Hurry up, I have an appointment today."
The carriage rushed into the sixteenth king's house, the gate of Xu Wang's mansion opened, and the big building greeted him, "Ma'am, the imperial physician Lingchu has been waiting for you for more than an hour."