Chapter 464: The Craftsmen

On the second day of the second lunar month of the tenth year of Wanli, the dragon raises its head. On this day, firecrackers were ringing everywhere in the capital. Although the firemen in the watchtower were busy everywhere, not letting firecrackers be set off, on this day of opening the door for good luck, it was always going to be lively.

The firemen cursed the captains who watched the nine gates as useless, not even being able to watch the firecrackers entering the capital, making the firemen overwhelmed.

The Ministry of Works had not been less harassed by the censorate officials these days, and even the Shun Tian Prefecture Assistant Wang Yie was scolded. Originally, the coal smoke smell was serious enough, and this gunpowder smoke covered the sky and the sun, with visibility of no more than twenty steps, covering the sky of the capital with blue gunpowder smoke, until almost noon before it completely dissipated.

Today is the official start of the Woolen Official Factory. It actually started work on the sixth day of the first lunar month. Demand urged the craftsmen to run. If they didn't start work quickly, those merchants waiting for goods would have to scold the street at the factory gate.

But it was dragged until this day, the second day of the second lunar month, to hold the opening ceremony, because this day is to distribute the opening silver.

After the negotiation between the Ministry of Works, the Ministry of Revenue, and the inner treasury eunuch Cui Min, a sum of silver is to be distributed to all craftsmen.

The Yongding and Yongsheng woolen factories, a total of 33,000 craftsmen, shared 270,000 silver in profits. This money was originally the dividend of Wang Chonggu's Wang family. Later, the Wang family didn't want it. This money is to be distributed to the craftsmen, which means that each craftsman in the woolen official factory will be issued 8 Great Ming silver coins and 100 Wanli Tongbao.

Opening silver is not only available in the two woolen official factories, but all official factories belonging to the Great Ming Ministry of Works have this system, which is about one-tenth of the official factory's profit. The Xishan Coal Bureau is 7 silver and 322 Wanli Tongbao per person, and the shipyard is 9 silver and 637 Wanli Tongbao per person.

The Xishan Coal Bureau has a coal price of six cents per catty, the profit is relatively low, and the heavy asset investment is relatively large, while the shipyard's profit is higher and the investment is more, so it was less last year, and the shipyard's commodity added value is the most, so even with more investment, the dividend is the highest.

New year, new atmosphere. In the tenth year of Wanli, the tenth year of His Majesty's accession to the throne, the frugal Emperor once again exploded gold coins fiercely.

Doing so is entirely to mobilize production enthusiasm. The Great Ming craftsmen have created countless profits for the Great Ming treasury and inner treasury. It is only natural to take out a sum of silver. Zhu Yijun, Zhang Juzheng, and Wang Chonggu are not great philanthropists. The purpose of this move is just to spur the Great Ming craftsmen to work harder.

Of course, this bad atmosphere was also criticized by the powerful and wealthy. The labor remuneration of the official factory is generous, and while it is issued on time, children also have schools to attend. Now even the opening silver has been changed from the standard one silver coin to profit sharing!

Zhu Yijun's carriage drove slowly to the Yongding Woolen Official Factory. Zhu Yijun comes every year, so the craftsmen are a bit used to this overly active Emperor. His Majesty's figure is very common in the capital, bathing in rain and combing in wind, never avoiding the hardships of wind and dust.

Zhu Yijun got off the carriage. When departing, Zhu Yijun invited Zhang Juzheng to take the same carriage, but Zhang Juzheng refused to do so and sat in the Imperial Horse Supervisor's carriage with the officials to the Yongding Woolen Factory.

"I have finished reading the second volume of the Master's 'Class Theory'. It is really enlightening and suddenly enlightened. The content that I didn't understand in the past is all understood." Zhu Yijun got off the carriage and said sincerely, looking at the increasingly busy woolen official factory.

The reason for sharing dividends has to be mentioned in the second volume of Zhang Juzheng's "Class Theory"—Distribution. The content of this volume is really shocking. Although Zhu Yijun did not burn the book, he did not print it openly, just giving a copy to the court officials.

The appearance of the second volume made Zhu Yijun confirm his thoughts again. Zhang Juzheng really has big goods in his stomach! If you lift it up and shake it, you can definitely squeeze out a little more!

This is not an illusion. Zhang Juzheng even conceived the content and inference of the fourth volume, but he really didn't dare to write it.

The content of the second volume, Zhang Juzheng started from the "Book of Han": "Farmers, father and son, are exposed in the wilderness, not avoiding cold and heat, clutching grass and raking soil, hands and feet calloused. After paying grain rent, they also pay straw tax, and local private requests cannot be supplied, so the people abandon the fundamentals and pursue the ends, and less than half are farming."

Grain rent (landlord's tenant rent), straw tax (court's tax), local private requests (local miscellaneous taxes)—these three mountains press on the heads of the common people, forcing them to abandon the fundamentals and pursue the ends, and farmland is abandoned by more than half.

This kind of influence has penetrated into all aspects. By the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Emperor and the court were all indulging in hunting, indulging in women, not eating grains, and not knowing the hardships of the people. The scholar-officials were extravagant and pursuing the ends, talking more away from the fields, and the world was in danger without knowing it, still taking the pursuit of the ends as joy; this situation was even more rotten at the grassroots level. In the current counties, there are ridges in the fields that are not cultivated, and there are houses in the city walls that are not filled. Although poor people are given land, they still sell it cheaply to merchants.

Zhang Juzheng is using the content of "Book of Han" and "Discourses on Salt and Iron: Not Through" to talk about the problems of the Great Ming.

This is the fundamental reason why Zhang Juzheng obtained four natural inferences, because the problem has existed since the Han Dynasty, and after so many dynastic changes, the problem still exists in the Great Ming, with almost no change.

The top level, which grew up in the hands of women in the deep palace, does not know the world and does not know the hardships of the people; the scholar-officials whose threshold for luxury and enjoyment is continuously raised; the farmers who cannot farm with peace of mind and have to sell their land cheaply to merchants—this is the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and also the end of the Great Ming.

Once the fact that the Great Ming has entered old age is acknowledged, many problems can be faced directly, and it is not so difficult. Closing eyes and covering ears, shouting "I don't listen, I don't listen" cannot solve any problems.

Zhang Juzheng believed that the distribution had become a problem, and a very serious one at that. Since the roar of the uprising at Daze Township, there had never been a day without civil unrest throughout the various dynasties. If one were to view this problem through the lens of Confucian filial piety, it would be that the unruly people refused to keep to their own stations and behave, requiring the Imperial Army to launch punitive expeditions to pacify them. However, the second volume of the Theory of Classes had unveiled this reality.

Are all the civil unrest throughout the ages the fault of the common people?

Just like that pair of father and son at the beginning of the second volume, they worked hard in the fields all day long, and were finally exploited by three parties. If all three parties could reduce the exploitation a little, could the problem of farmland abandonment be avoided?

In this paragraph, Zhang Juzheng also cited the memorial "Memorial on Defending the Border and Persuading Farming" by the Han Dynasty Prime Minister Chao Cuo. As early as the reign of Emperor Jing of Han, Chao Cuo gave various methods to persuade farming and force the fundamentals, but Chao Cuo's decree to cut the feudal lords led to the Rebellion of the Seven States. Emperor Jing of Han issued an order to waist-cut Chao Cuo, so that Chao Cuo's memorial was completely denied 【Note 1】.

"This second volume of the Master is well written." Zhu Yijun said affirmatively again.

But he didn't care much. Either become Louis XVI who doesn't know what to do and be pushed to the guillotine by the indignant bourgeoisie; or be broken by the displaced civil unrest and hang himself on the crooked neck tree behind the mountain;

As an Emperor, if you don't even have the determination to be smashed to pieces, what kind of Emperor are you?

Zhu Houzhao of Ming Wuzong didn't have this awareness. He thought that politics could be compromised and politics could coexist. He thought his only enemy was the little prince of the Northern Barbarians, completely ignoring the cruelty and life-and-death nature of political struggle. He thought he could appease, and the moment he led the army to fight, he was already the enemy of the scholar-official class.

He fell into the water, he died of illness, he didn't even have descendants.

After the Daoist succeeded to the throne, the New Policies of the first twenty years of Jiajing never vibrated martial arts.

Once the Emperor takes military power, there is only one road to go: the imperial will must be decisive to the end, and there can only be one will in the whole world, which is the Emperor, and there is no retreat.

Since Zhu Yijun practiced martial arts, this road has long been destined.

If Zhu Yijun compromises now, the best outcome is that he will die suddenly after Zhang Juzheng dies, and the Crown Prince Zhu Changzhi will succeed to the throne, the master is young and the country is suspicious, and then flip the pancake again. After so many years of promoting literature and suppressing martial arts, the martial artists suddenly turned over.

"Evil words confuse the public, crooked reasoning." Wang Chonggu flicked his sleeves and said angrily: "It is completely nonsense!"

Wang Chonggu had a lot of resentment. He didn't want to get on the carriage at all, just wanted to be his powerful and wealthy person quietly, be his wealthy household. He was completely deceived by Zhang Juzheng to the Wenhua Hall to say his thoughts, deceived onto the pirate ship, and now he can't get down even if he wants to.

"Wang Wang Cifu can retire." Zhang Juzheng was not angry either, and retorted with yin and yang. If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who want to do it.

Wang Chonggu wanted to speak but stopped, and finally made a heavy "Humph!" sound from his nostrils.

Wang Chonggu didn't want to leave. He must judge whether this is the only opportunity in his life to get rid of the name of treacherous official and become a wise minister of the Great Ming's revival, and then when someone mentions him in the future thousands of years later, they will recognize him instead of scolding him as an unfaithful and unfilial treacherous villain.

This temptation is unbearable for any scholar-official.

"Haha." Zhu Yijun laughed and walked into the woolen official factory.

Today, the Emperor had scheduled to come, so the whole woolen official factory was cleaned extremely cleanly, and even begonia flowers and peach blossoms bloomed to welcome the Emperor's arrival. Zhu Yijun came to distribute money, so the dust in the cracks of the floor tiles was cleaned up, for fear of dirtying His Majesty's shoes.

The dividend of 8 silver and 100 copper is comparable to a year's labor income. The Great Ming craftsmen only earn 12 silver a year.

Zhu Yijun entered the woolen official factory. Since it is an opening ceremony, the Emperor naturally wants to symbolically light the steam engine. He threw the ignition paper into the stove. Under the weak wind of the blower, the straw fire was enthusiastic, igniting the firewood. The smoke from the burning firewood covered the coal, the coal turned slightly red, and the bottom of the boiler began to heat up.

With the rolling smoke, the steam engine in the factory began to roar. The noise of the newly installed 7.5-horsepower steam engine was smaller than the three-horsepower steam engine. This is the result of process improvement. The crankshaft drove the flywheel, and the flywheel rotated rapidly to drive a set of gears. The power was transmitted to the wool washing factory along the transmission shaft, and in the factory, when heating, the turning of wool finally changed from manual to mechanical.

Zhu Yijun's mouth twitched. He just lit the ignition paper, and even the coal was only slightly red, and the steam engine began to operate!

Obviously, the high-pressure boiler connected to the steam engine was not the one in front of Zhu Yijun at all!

The Emperor can understand Wang Chonggu's worries. The explosion of the steam engine's high-pressure boiler is a very dangerous thing. If the Emperor really died in front of the woolen official factory's boiler, the whole woolen official factory and the Imperial Academy of Sciences would have to be buried with the Emperor.

Even if there is a safe distance, Wang Chonggu still "played" the Emperor, just meaning it.

Zhu Yijun turned around and looked at the woolen factory craftsmen representatives who had changed into new clothes to welcome the imperial carriage. Originally, the Ministry of Rites prepared a long speech, which was like chanting scriptures, and it was difficult to read.

"Distribute money!" Zhu Yijun waved his hand, not talking about idle words, and directly asked the inner treasury eunuchs, state treasury officials, and Embroidered Uniform Guards to start distributing money.

Saying ten thousand words is not as useful as distributing real gold and silver.

The Emperor who doesn't play cards according to the routine made the Minister of Rites Wan Shihe feel a bit helpless. He had tried his best to make the speech concise, and most of them were vulgar words, but the Emperor's posture of distributing money was as elegant as the Shah of Buyamaiti throwing silver bags for people to drink tea.

At least in the hearts of the craftsmen, the Emperor's action was very elegant.

Boxes of silver coins and boxes of Wanli Tongbao were carried to the official field. More than a hundred scribes started to distribute this year's dividends under the fierce gaze of the inner treasury eunuchs. The dividend was a box. You could collect it after registering your name. The craftsmen lined up in shifts to collect it. Everything was so orderly.

Giving white silver to the poor is not a sin. At least none of the wise ministers present thought so. As for the accompanying court officials, no one could tell their thoughts.

This silver was distributed, and the subjective initiative that erupted, as well as the technological progress brought by vitality, would bring more and more surprises to the official factory.

Wang Chonggu said from the beginning that the main body of the official factory is the craftsmen. Before, the official factory had New Year silver and opening silver, which was a fixed one silver coin. Now it is craftsman dividend.

Zhu Yijun saw Liu Qiniang, the former flower of the Yanxing Building who wanted to open meat for the Emperor, and was later settled in the Yongsheng Woolen Factory by Feng Bao. Now she is still charming, and the adopted child is half-grown. When Liu Qiniang received the silver, she was beaming.

Liu Qiniang is a weaver, and also became a female teacher in the women's school because she could read and write. The dust of the wind and dust had long disappeared, and she became more elegant and easy-going.

"Pay respects to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live." Liu Qiniang performed the five-bows-and-three-kowtows ceremony solemnly.

"Exempt from ceremony. Qiniang's demeanor is no less than that year." Zhu Yijun met Liu Qiniang. She is one of the craftsman representatives and can be considered one of the few people who are still willing to tell the truth.

Liu Qiniang said with great emotion: "Last time I told His Majesty that there were gambling houses around the official factory. Not many days later, these gambling houses disappeared without a trace. Later, these gambling houses entered the official factory, and some rotten gamblers shouted and shouted, making the official factory smoky. It was only arrogant for seven days before it was taken by the factory's legal department."

"Hard-earned money was given to the gambling house, which is really not right." Zhu Yijun nodded. Liu Qiniang likes to tell the truth. If there are any problems around the official factory, she will say them.

Liu Qiniang knew that the Emperor didn't see her because she was charming, but to understand the problems of the official factory. She said with a bit of helplessness: "Now there are no gambling houses around the official factory, but they are all brothels. These brothel girls don't dare to open gambling houses in the building, but they are also a mess of things."

Zhu Yijun shook his head and said: "They are all lazy people. I can't do anything about them either. I can only drive them further away."

The Emperor is not omnipotent. Liu Qiniang knows this fact very well. Some weavers can't stand the hardship, or can't stand the poverty, or envy the world of smoke and flowers, and after working for a year or a half, they go to the brothel lazily.

Liu Qiniang can read and write.

She herself came from the world of smoke and flowers and knew that this was indeed an unsolvable problem.

The court can certainly strictly forbid it, but these famous prostitutes will turn into secret prostitutes, which is even more difficult to investigate. Originally, famous prostitutes had a place to go. Sealing the brothels and having secret prostitutes living in the factory would instead spoil the atmosphere in the factory. This back and forth makes it even more difficult to end.

Food and sex are human nature, so it can only be like this.

Zhu Yijun learned from Liu Qiniang about the changes in the official factory, especially the impact caused by the increase in horsepower and scale of the steam engine. Liu Qiniang's statement was not optimistic. The general manager Wang Chonggu had tried his best to reduce the elimination of weavers, but another 1,000 weavers were eliminated.

An organization that cannot or has lost its metabolic function will inevitably move towards final destruction. From a single household, handicraft workshop, merchant guild, merchant firm, to the court and the country, it is all the same.

But the elimination still made Zhu Yijun worry about their lives. Fortunately, there are still folk workshops to go to.

Liu Qiniang met the Emperor, which was together with other craftsman representatives. Obviously, Liu Qiniang knew the Emperor, so these craftsman representatives didn't dare to chew the roots of the Emperor's gossip. The Emperor just distributed money, and it was unreasonable to edit the Emperor's scandal.

The Emperor finally finished meeting the craftsman representatives. Wang Chonggu really let out a long sigh of relief. Obviously, His Majesty's mood was good. Every time he welcomed the inspection, Wang Chonggu was terrified, because Wang Chonggu didn't know which people the Emperor would choose to meet. The official factory couldn't have no problems at all. Fortunately, this time, he passed the test smoothly.

"It was still better when Wang Wang Cifu was in charge. At that time, Wang Wang Cifu also received a dividend of 10%, and there were fewer problems at that time." Zhu Yijun handed the problems summarized by Zhang Hong to Wang Chonggu, and his face finally looked a bit ugly.

Zhu Yijun further clarified: "The administration of the official factory, various agents, meeting agents, and business affairs, are really too many. Everyone's words are useful, but only the craftsmen's words are useless? When Wang Wang Cifu was fully responsible, there were no such things at all. Who are these moths arranged in? Investigate clearly and eliminate them all!"

"Those who open gambling houses, catch them and send them to Suiyuan to repair roads for five years. I want to see who dares to fish them out."

To say nepotism, Liu Qiniang is also nepotism, but Liu Qiniang works neatly and also serves as a teacher.

There were a few more accidents in the factory, and there were many idle people in the factory. They didn't work, but they kept pointing fingers, and the efficiency began to decline. Several big heads said and said, and they leaked their mouths. It was really heartbreaking, and it felt a bit like the scholar-officials felt that people's hearts were not ancient and the world was declining.

There were even moths who dared to secretly set up gambling houses in the factory.

Liu Qiniang didn't gamble, she didn't know, but the big heads knew these things very clearly. Whoever went to work with red eyes, that was not sleeping all night, gambling on cards.

"Subject obeys the decree." Wang Chonggu bowed his head and took the order. He had been devoted to the Xishan Coal Bureau for more than a year, but he ignored the woolen official factory.

However, His Majesty's meaning is very clear. He doesn't blame him. Long-term practice tells Zhu Yijun that when the stall is big, these are inevitable things. Solve the problem when it arises, instead of covering up the problem.

The official factory group is Wang Chonggu's lifeblood. Wang Chonggu will naturally let these moths know how to repent.

Zhu Yijun left with the court officials. Wang Chonggu began to ask in person. This didn't ask, but when he asked, his face turned black. He prepared to grasp this personnel firmly. In fact, it is very simple to do. Refer to the official examination and selection method. If you can't pass the exam, you can't transfer to administration.

Wang Qian poured a cup of tea for his father and said in a low voice: "Dad, all the white silver was given..."

Wang Chonggu interrupted Wang Qian's words unhappily and said sharply: "Shut up."

"Dad, are we going to completely abandon the Jin Party? Dad goes to the Xishan Coal Bureau more often than to the Quanjin Guild Hall." Wang Qian asked shamelessly. He hadn't read the second volume of "Class Theory" yet and didn't particularly understand the sudden dividend, but he gradually discovered that his father's foundation had changed.

Wang Chonggu leaned on the back of the chair and pondered for a long, long time before saying decadently: "The Jin Party has changed. It died after the peace talks more than ten years ago. In your eyes, those are uncles, but look carefully. What you see is just the process of corpses rotting."

"Is there anyone doing things? No. If this continues, the Jin Party will eventually put itself in a place where there is no place to live, and will eventually destroy itself."

"Do you know? Zhang Juzheng saw that the Jin Party was already rotten more than ten years ago. I only saw it when Qi Shuai attacked Bansheng."

In the original historical line, the Jin Party eventually played itself out. Zhang Siwei counterattacked Zhang Juzheng, returned home to mourn, and died of illness. The Jin Party tree fell and the monkeys scattered. There was no cohesion, and the scattered Jin merchants finally became the imperial merchants of the Tatars outside the pass.

Wang Qian's eyes widened, he breathed hard for a few times, and then nodded quite solemnly: "Dad is still Dad, he sees clearly, he didn't eat so many years of salt for nothing."

Wang Chonggu told himself not to be angry, not to be angry, if he got sick, no one would replace him. He had seen Wang Qian's unbridled, father-kind-son-filial appearance many times and was used to it.

"Is it possible that Zhang Juzheng is not that powerful, but when Minister Yang looked for him, the situation at that time did not allow him to take over the Jin Party?" Wang Qian mentioned a hypothesis. Maybe Zhang Juzheng's vision was not as powerful as Wang Chonggu thought.

"That's right, someone who can see five years is already a dragon and phoenix among people." Wang Chonggu pondered carefully, and it was indeed so. Zhang Juzheng is powerful, but not that powerful.

Wang Qian asked flatteringly: "Dad, are there any new speculative collections in the court recently? Let me see."

"Take it." Wang Chonggu took out the second volume of "Class Theory" from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Qian. His Majesty did not explicitly forbid reading it. In fact, it had already spread in a small range, mainly because the Ministry of Rites was revising it, modifying some inappropriate places.

What Wang Qian saw was the original edition, which was written by Zhang Juzheng.

Wang Qian read two paragraphs, closed it immediately, and felt his heartbeat accelerating. He held the volume and asked with wide eyes: "His Majesty didn't behead the Grand Assistant?!"

"His Majesty likes to read it very much." Wang Chonggu spread his hands and said: "I said this is crooked reasoning, and I said it in front of His Majesty. His Majesty does not approve."

"Actually, looking closely, it still makes some sense. Doesn't the theory of contradictions talk about spears and shields? This civil unrest since ancient times is all blamed on civil unrest, but Dad, think about it, why did the Taizu High Emperor start the army? Wasn't it because he couldn't live?" Wang Qian read two more paragraphs and felt that Zhang Juzheng's lecture was quite reasonable.

The Great Ming has this discussion basis, because the fact that Taizu High Emperor had a hard life is known to everyone in the world, and even the experience of begging for three years has not been covered up.

"Anyone can feel it makes sense, but only our family can't feel it makes sense!" Wang Chonggu was really angry and said angrily.

His own family is powerful and wealthy, and Wang Qian is the second richest young master in the capital!

Wang Qian decided to take it back and study it carefully. He thought of His Majesty standing in front of the boiler and said with a smile: "His Majesty is still in green clothes. It has been eight or nine years, and don't say, green is still very good-looking, and the green sold in clothing stores is also very good."

"Yes, His Majesty is indeed frugal." Wang Chonggu nodded and agreed very much. His Majesty invested the silver he had opened and saved over the years into the maritime opening, and this time it was another 10 million silver, used for overseas development of plantations and increasing the proportion of overseas official gardens and official land.

The weather is getting cold, and the drought in the north and the years of the common people are intensifying, so a granary is needed.

"Ship permit prices soared, did you do it?" Wang Chonggu asked with narrowed eyes.

Wang Qian waved his hands again and again and said: "No, Dad didn't let me make money, how dare I make this kind of money, absolutely not."

"Tell the truth!" As soon as Wang Chonggu saw Wang Qian's expression, he knew he had a ghost in his heart. If this rebellious son really didn't touch the cause and effect at all, he would definitely complain that his father managed too broadly, and his face would be exactly the same as the rural gentry and base Confucian scholars.

"Bought a little."

"How much? Does the family lack that little money?" Wang Chonggu's fists were hard. Fine woolen cloth, ship tickets, Lu Wang's wedding pearls, and now ship permits!

Wang Qian stretched out a finger guiltily and said: "Dad, that's not a little silver, it's soaring crazy, really just bought a little."

"Ten ship permits?" Wang Chonggu asked with a frown.

"One hundred." Wang Qian's voice was as low as a mosquito, inaudible.

Wang Chonggu stood up suddenly, terrified and said: "One hundred?! There are only 300 in total, you collected 100?! And you call it a little, you are a big dealer! Where did you get the silver!"

"Earned from tossing pearls last time." Wang Qian was ready to run away. Anyway, Wang Chonggu was old and couldn't catch up with him.

Wang Chonggu waved his hand and said: "Just toss it."

Wang Qian hurriedly said: "Dad, I will sell it tomorrow, Dad, don't be angry."

"It's okay, wait until the peak season in April to sell. This time the court built maritime schools in the five major hinterland Maritime Trade Offices, just donate a little of your profit, don't attract hatred." Wang Chonggu didn't care.

Speculative market, big fish eat small fish. Wang Qian's toss this time can be considered as cooperating with the court's government decree.

"Ah? Dad, are you serious?" Wang Qian asked blankly.

Wang Chonggu was light and breezy and said: "Well, really, just toss it. The more you speculate, the better. Use all your skills. If the sky falls, I will hold it up for you."

"Dad, don't scare me. I just want to experience the hardship of making money! Dad, I will sell it tomorrow and donate all the money. I won't dare to do it again, really won't dare." Wang Qian was scared silly. Tossing some ship permits, can the sky fall?

"If the sky falls, so what? In this world, His Majesty has the final say!" Wang Chonggu said in a low voice.

Wang Qian's eyes lit up immediately and asked: "Is this His Majesty's meaning?"

"Indeed."

"Dad, just watch! Our Great Ming's newly built maritime school, I, Wang Qian, will cover it!" Wang Qian was immediately refreshed.

Wang Chonggu and his son are typical authority worshippers. They don't even believe in the Great Ming Law, they only believe in what His Majesty says, and His Majesty keeps his promises and never breaks his word.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 465 =====