Chapter 499: If You Win, You Settle Old Scores; If You Lose, You Harbor Resentment

"Superficial." Zhu Yijun scolded with a smile and brought Zhu Yijun to Taibai Tower. Whether he was willing or not, Zhu Yijun had to take Zhu Yijun around. It wasn't for any political purpose; he was just afraid that Zhu Yijun would ruin his own body.

What was so good about beauties from all over the world? He didn't know what was the point of Zhu Yijun tinkering with those beauties from all over the world in the Prince's mansion every day.

Watching scholars argue was not as interesting as watching martial artists wrestle. Zhu Yijun thought Zhu Yijun was right!

If he weren't the Emperor, he would be too lazy to pay attention to these scholars debating scriptures. Where could it be as interesting as tinkering with figures in the side hall of the Wenhua Hall?

The steam engine, in a brutal posture, like a dragon opening a ditch, was making a splash in the calm small-scale peasant economy, tearing the lies of the small-scale peasant economy to shreds. The small-scale peasant economy was not a paradise where chickens and dogs could hear each other, but a fragile economy where a natural disaster could cause everyone to be displaced and lose their families.

It wasn't fragile; it was that the local gentry and powerful families who had three years of reserves wouldn't be crushed by natural disasters, not the common people.

80% of the people were in extreme poverty. In the countryside, it was over 98%. Before the census, Zhu Yijun could never have imagined that the Great Ming had reached this point. The Great Ming had a population of 100 million, but controlled almost all the land suitable for farming in East Asia. The Great Ming had nearly 800 million mu of land, and there were 150 million mu of land overseas.

Under such circumstances, the Great Ming people were not full, and when they encountered wind, frost, rain, or snow, they would starve and wait for the weather to clear.

As the Emperor, what could Zhu Yijun do? He could only work until he died.

The output of land was limited and unstable, but the work of steam engines was not. The speed at which the Great Ming produced materials would be greatly improved. In the 19th year of Yongle, the Great Ming had a total of 700,000 horses. This was the confidence that the Great Ming could conquer the desert in the north at that time. And now, the Great Ming's magical machinery with equivalent horsepower like the steam engine was booming.

Iron horses were also horses.

Regarding how to distribute this new productivity, even the ministers would argue until their faces were red and their ears were red. Precision manufacturing was changing everyone's cognition bit by bit.

When Zhu Yijun arrived at Taibai Tower, Wang Qian had been waiting for a long time. Not qualified to go to the Imperial Study to see the Emperor, he could only encounter the Emperor during such a big fun event. Seeing the Emperor appear, Wang Qian immediately took His Majesty to the best box, the "Heaven" grade box, where the view was the best and he wouldn't be disturbed.

"Your Majesty, shall we start telling the story?" Wang Qian was already eager to try.

Zhu Yijun looked at Wang Qian and said angrily: "Your father entered the palace specifically to plead guilty for this matter. Can you let your father save some heart? Telling stories, can those stories be told casually? Refined wool, ship permits, even the Jimo Zhang family has fallen apart. Even if history is always a ruthless victory over the brainless, you can't swing the sickle at will."

Wang Qian was slightly dejected and muttered: "If Your Majesty doesn't tell the story of the steam engine, the bookmakers will tell it. Rather than letting them tell it, it is better for Your Majesty to tell it. At least the story Your Majesty tells is true, and what the bookmakers tell is false."

Wang Qian's crooked logic always had some truth. For example, the saying that "good things don't circulate" was a typical proof. The sixteen-horsepower steam engine simply wouldn't be sold; it was all internally digested, and there was even internal fighting.

And Wang Qian's crooked logic this time also had some truth, which was that these speculators, these bookmakers, were always deceiving people, but His Majesty's stories never deceived people. This was something that was almost non-existent in the trade fair, which was certainty.

This was the reason why Wang Qian kept drumming up noise, and even chased his own father for three streets, and also asked His Majesty to sit in the bookmaker's seat. Just like when the Great Ming court moved to Xishan to invite the ancestor Juzheng, the trade fair, this abyss of human evil, this place full of deception and greed, was too much in need of this certainty.

"I know what you mean." Zhu Yijun said with some difficulty: "Then let the Censor Wang tell it. There is a sentence on the wall of the Imperial Academy of Sciences: 'The one who practices it, only sincerity.'"

"Got it!" Wang Qian cheered and jumped up, clenched his fists tightly, and waved them twice. The story of refined wool was told by Wang Qian. His Majesty gave clear instructions: no lying, no deception.

No lying, no deception in the trade fair—is that still a trade fair? It could also be. Practicing reality and seeking truth was not a story; it was developing productivity, it was humans changing nature, it was confidence, it was hope, it was the future.

Zhu Yijun was waiting for the opening. As a result, everyone had arrived, even Gu Gongxie had entered, but Lin Fucheng hadn't arrived yet. He always loved to be late. The first time they gathered at Dajue Temple in Xishan, Lin Fucheng was the one who arrived late.

Today, Lin Fucheng was late again.

"This Lin Dashi, he always likes to whet people's appetites." Zhu Yijun unscrewed his glass cup. The glass cup was crystal clear, but he could still see a little bit of green. Even if the Great Ming's quartz ore was magnetically separated, it still couldn't remove the iron, and the glass made was more or less greenish.

Glass was not ceramic, nor was it jade, because it was not wear-resistant.

Lin Fucheng was very, very good at packaging himself, always using means such as asking others to request him, deliberately arriving late, etc., to raise his own value, making people feel that someone who was invited three times to come out must be very powerful.

The greater Lin Fucheng's reputation, the more Wang Qian and Zhu Yijun earned. Public opinion was used to coerce government decrees. This kind of thing happened time and time again in the Great Ming. And now, the Great Ming Emperor controlled part of the Guangde Bookstore, which was considered cultivating his own mouthpiece. It was beneath his dignity for the Ministry of Rites to come down and fight.

Soon, Lin Dashi walked onto the stage. Everyone widened their eyes and looked at Lin Fucheng on the stage in a daze. On weekdays, Lin Dashi was known for his simplicity. Although his clothes were very clean, he rarely looked like he did now. His whole body was written with the three words "nouveau riche."

He wore a golden Confucian hat on his head, the hat surface was woven with silk, his body was covered in silk and satin, everything was complete, the patch was woven with Su embroidery gold thread, and he wore a silver belt with gold buckles around his waist, with a circle of jade hanging from the belt. Looking closely, the fan bone was made of golden nanmu.

Extravagant and wasteful.

"Lin Dashi's outfit must be worth at least three to five thousand taels of silver." Zhu Yijun's mouth twitched. In his impression, Lin Fucheng didn't seem to be such a flashy talent, but now, he appeared here openly.

This job today was not bad. From the moment he appeared, his whole body was written with four words: "flamboyant and cheap."

"More than 3,400 silver, I gave it to him." Wang Qian shook his head and said: "I don't know what he is preparing to do."

"Thank you all for your support today. Lin is honored. Today, Lin is no longer what he used to be. With the help of a noble person, I can finally be extravagant. Brother Gu, have you been well?" Lin Fucheng greeted everyone politely, including his opponent Gu Gongxie.

"Previously, Brother Gu and I fought with pens and ink in this miscellaneous newspaper. Lin is untalented and won a small victory, but I still feel unfulfilled. Brother Gu invited me warmly, so I naturally won't avoid it. Today, let's discuss luxury again." Lin Fucheng gave a simple summary of the previous situation to the onlookers who came to see the excitement but didn't know why.

Gu Gongxie advocated luxury and competition, while Lin Fucheng advocated suppressing luxury and prohibiting luxury.

"I don't know why Lin Dashi is dressed so extravagantly?" Gu Gongxie was a bit confused. According to Lin Fucheng's previous sharp views, he didn't advocate luxury, but today's appearance was really strange. The clothes on Lin Fucheng's body were the income of dozens of middle-class families for a year.

Could it be that Lin Fucheng was a cheap Confucian scholar who didn't practice what he preached, one set of words on his mouth and another in his heart?

"I know how to repent. Brother Gu is right. It is still good to be luxurious, and it is wonderful to compete for luxury." Lin Fucheng said with great relief: "It is really letting go of personal cultivation to enjoy a depraved life. I am no longer what I used to be. With the help of Young Master Wang, why should I wrong myself?"

"This hat, 200 taels of silver; this pair of shoes, 400 silver; this set of clothes, 1,200 silver; see the two duck eggs in my hand? Emerald stone, harder than jade, more transparent and soft than jade. This pair, 1,300 silver."

Lin Fucheng's words caused exclamations from everyone. Lin Fucheng had been playing with two emerald-green pieces since he entered. Now everyone could see clearly that they were the emeralds that had recently become popular in the capital.

"I lent them to him. 1,300 silver? 13,000 silver wouldn't buy them." Zhu Yijun held his forehead. This pair of duck eggs was named "Carved Chilong Pattern Jade Gourd." This thing had no price. It was an imperial object used in the palace, a gift from the Duke of Qian's mansion to the capital. It wasn't something that could be bought just with money.

"It's good to be luxurious!" Lin Fucheng leaned back in his chair, directly confusing Gu Gongxie.

What was all this? Today was supposed to be a gathering, it should have been a battle of wits, but as a result, Lin Fucheng directly admitted defeat and didn't mention it, and also tossed himself into this state, which was simply catching people off guard.

Words spoken were like spilled water. This Lin Fucheng was eating his own words.

Strange.

This was not just Gu Gongxie's feeling; everyone who came here felt the absurdity from the bottom of their hearts. How many people's blood and tears were behind these two duck eggs? The poor households who opened mountains, the mine owners trembling under the Tusi, the carving master who even lost his life—the blood and tears along the way to the capital, needless to say, these two duck eggs of great value must have had the blood and tears of countless people.

And like those silks.

"Yesterday I entered the city, and when I returned, my tears soaked my towel. Those who are covered in silk and satin are not the ones who raise silkworms." Zhu Yijun thought of a poem. He frowned, guessing that Lin Fucheng wanted to use bloody examples to tell everyone about the cruelty and exploitation in this process.

Lin Fucheng didn't make people doubt much either, and said with a smile: "Brother Gu's point of view and my point of view are actually consistent. They are all for the sake of the livelihood of thousands of people, right."

"Is it right?" Gu Gongxie asked tentatively. This gathering seemed to have been a great victory for him, but he always felt that there were traps everywhere.

Lin Fucheng waved his hand repeatedly and said: "How dare I give advice? Just take this pair of emerald stones as an example. They come from the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. Many people have never heard of the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. The Myanmar Regional Military Commission has a commission city built in the 13th year of Yongle, twenty miles in circumference, with a moat, city walls, a commission office, etc. The people there are fierce and make a living by logging and quarrying."

"I don't know which poor ghost had the luck of the sky and dug up a stone with emerald stones from the mountain. The mine owner casually sprinkled some flying money as a reward, and the poor ghost left happily and gratefully. Later, the stone was opened, and wow! It was full of emerald inside! The mine owner knew he had made a fortune, but he didn't expect that this exotic treasure of full emerald was known by the Tusi. How could the Tusi let it go?"

"This mine owner could only bite his teeth and swallow them into his stomach, and handed over the full emerald jade to the Tusi. The Tusi sold it to the Jia merchant in Tengchong. The Jia merchant knew the truth that 'holding jade is a crime,' so he brought the full emerald exotic treasure back to Yunnan and found a master to carve it. The master saw the treasure and had a different heart, preparing to escape with the exotic treasure. Unexpectedly, the Jia merchant was prepared, and this master lost his life."

"The full emerald exotic treasure flowed into the capital, but everyone didn't know the goods, and it was finally bought by me for 1,300 silver."

After Zhu Yijun finished listening, he sneered directly. Lin Fucheng was simply talking nonsense. This was a gift from the Myanmar Tusi to the Duke of Qian's mansion, and finally sent to the capital. It was carved by the craftsmen of the inner office.

Lin Fucheng said sincerely: "Look, I got this piece of full emerald exotic treasure. Throughout the whole process, there were kiln people, miners, mine owners, Tusi, merchants, and carvers. Does every piece on my body have the labor of thousands of people behind it? This is the truth that one person's luxury is the livelihood of thousands of people!"

"It is like this." Gu Gongxie didn't understand at all what Lin Fucheng was trying to do. If he admitted defeat, why come here? Just pretending to be sick, everyone would know he admitted defeat. As for tossing himself into this state, specifically to prove that his, Gu Gongxie's, point of view was correct?

Absurd.

This was not just Gu Gongxie's feeling. Everyone who came here felt the absurdity from the bottom of their hearts. How many people's blood and tears were behind these two duck eggs? The poor households who opened mountains, the mine owners trembling under the Tusi, the carving master who even lost his life—the blood and tears along the way to the capital, needless to say, these two duck eggs of great value must have had the blood and tears of countless people.

And like those silks.

"Yesterday I entered the city, and when I returned, my tears soaked my towel. Those who are covered in silk and satin are not the ones who raise silkworms." Zhu Yijun thought of a poem. He frowned, guessing that Lin Fucheng wanted to use bloody examples to tell everyone about the cruelty and exploitation in this process.

Lin Fucheng didn't make people doubt much either, and said with a smile: "Brother Gu's point of view and my point of view are actually consistent. They are all for the sake of the livelihood of thousands of people, right."

"Is it right?" Gu Gongxie asked tentatively. This gathering seemed to have been a great victory for him, but he always felt that there were traps everywhere.

Lin Fucheng waved his hand repeatedly and said: "How dare I give advice? Just take this pair of emerald stones as an example. They come from the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. Many people have never heard of the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. The Myanmar Regional Military Commission has a commission city built in the 13th year of Yongle, twenty miles in circumference, with a moat, city walls, a commission office, etc. The people there are fierce and make a living by logging and quarrying."

"I don't know which poor ghost had the luck of the sky and dug up a stone with emerald stones from the mountain. The mine owner casually sprinkled some flying money as a reward, and the poor ghost left happily and gratefully. Later, the stone was opened, and wow! It was full of emerald inside! The mine owner knew he had made a fortune, but he didn't expect that this exotic treasure of full emerald was known by the Tusi. How could the Tusi let it go?"

"This mine owner could only bite his teeth and swallow them into his stomach, and handed over the full emerald jade to the Tusi. The Tusi sold it to the Jia merchant in Tengchong. The Jia merchant knew the truth that 'holding jade is a crime,' so he brought the full emerald exotic treasure back to Yunnan and found a master to carve it. The master saw the treasure and had a different heart, preparing to escape with the exotic treasure. Unexpectedly, the Jia merchant was prepared, and this master lost his life."

"The full emerald exotic treasure flowed into the capital, but everyone didn't know the goods, and it was finally bought by me for 1,300 silver."

After Zhu Yijun finished listening, he sneered directly. Lin Fucheng was simply talking nonsense. This was a gift from the Myanmar Tusi to the Duke of Qian's mansion, and finally sent to the capital. It was carved by the craftsmen of the inner office.

Lin Fucheng said sincerely: "Look, I got this piece of full emerald exotic treasure. Throughout the whole process, there were kiln people, miners, mine owners, Tusi, merchants, and carvers. Does every piece on my body have the labor of thousands of people behind it? This is the truth that one person's luxury is the livelihood of thousands of people!"

"It is like this." Gu Gongxie didn't understand at all what Lin Fucheng was trying to do. If he admitted defeat, why come here? Just pretending to be sick, everyone would know he admitted defeat. As for tossing himself into this state, specifically to prove that his, Gu Gongxie's, point of view was correct?

Absurd.

This was not just Gu Gongxie's feeling. Everyone who came here felt the absurdity from the bottom of their hearts. How many people's blood and tears were behind these two duck eggs? The poor households who opened mountains, the mine owners trembling under the Tusi, the carving master who even lost his life—the blood and tears along the way to the capital, needless to say, these two duck eggs of great value must have had the blood and tears of countless people.

And like those silks.

"Yesterday I entered the city, and when I returned, my tears soaked my towel. Those who are covered in silk and satin are not the ones who raise silkworms." Zhu Yijun thought of a poem. He frowned, guessing that Lin Fucheng wanted to use bloody examples to tell everyone about the cruelty and exploitation in this process.

Lin Fucheng didn't make people doubt much either, and said with a smile: "Brother Gu's point of view and my point of view are actually consistent. They are all for the sake of the livelihood of thousands of people, right."

"Is it right?" Gu Gongxie asked tentatively. This gathering seemed to have been a great victory for him, but he always felt that there were traps everywhere.

Lin Fucheng waved his hand repeatedly and said: "How dare I give advice? Just take this pair of emerald stones as an example. They come from the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. Many people have never heard of the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. The Myanmar Regional Military Commission has a commission city built in the 13th year of Yongle, twenty miles in circumference, with a moat, city walls, a commission office, etc. The people there are fierce and make a living by logging and quarrying."

"I don't know which poor ghost had the luck of the sky and dug up a stone with emerald stones from the mountain. The mine owner casually sprinkled some flying money as a reward, and the poor ghost left happily and gratefully. Later, the stone was opened, and wow! It was full of emerald inside! The mine owner knew he had made a fortune, but he didn't expect that this exotic treasure of full emerald was known by the Tusi. How could the Tusi let it go?"

"This mine owner could only bite his teeth and swallow them into his stomach, and handed over the full emerald jade to the Tusi. The Tusi sold it to the Jia merchant in Tengchong. The Jia merchant knew the truth that 'holding jade is a crime,' so he brought the full emerald exotic treasure back to Yunnan and found a master to carve it. The master saw the treasure and had a different heart, preparing to escape with the exotic treasure. Unexpectedly, the Jia merchant was prepared, and this master lost his life."

"The full emerald exotic treasure flowed into the capital, but everyone didn't know the goods, and it was finally bought by me for 1,300 silver."

After Zhu Yijun finished listening, he sneered directly. Lin Fucheng was simply talking nonsense. This was a gift from the Myanmar Tusi to the Duke of Qian's mansion, and finally sent to the capital. It was carved by the craftsmen of the inner office.

Lin Fucheng said sincerely: "Look, I got this piece of full emerald exotic treasure. Throughout the whole process, there were kiln people, miners, mine owners, Tusi, merchants, and carvers. Does every piece on my body have the labor of thousands of people behind it? This is the truth that one person's luxury is the livelihood of thousands of people!"

"It is like this." Gu Gongxie didn't understand at all what Lin Fucheng was trying to do. If he admitted defeat, why come here? Just pretending to be sick, everyone would know he admitted defeat. As for tossing himself into this state, specifically to prove that his, Gu Gongxie's, point of view was correct?

Absurd.

This was not just Gu Gongxie's feeling. Everyone who came here felt the absurdity from the bottom of their hearts. How many people's blood and tears were behind these two duck eggs? The poor households who opened mountains, the mine owners trembling under the Tusi, the carving master who even lost his life—the blood and tears along the way to the capital, needless to say, these two duck eggs of great value must have had the blood and tears of countless people.

And like those silks.

"Yesterday I entered the city, and when I returned, my tears soaked my towel. Those who are covered in silk and satin are not the ones who raise silkworms." Zhu Yijun thought of a poem. He frowned, guessing that Lin Fucheng wanted to use bloody examples to tell everyone about the cruelty and exploitation in this process.

Lin Fucheng didn't make people doubt much either, and said with a smile: "Brother Gu's point of view and my point of view are actually consistent. They are all for the sake of the livelihood of thousands of people, right."

"Is it right?" Gu Gongxie asked tentatively. This gathering seemed to have been a great victory for him, but he always felt that there were traps everywhere.

Lin Fucheng waved his hand repeatedly and said: "How dare I give advice? Just take this pair of emerald stones as an example. They come from the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. Many people have never heard of the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. The Myanmar Regional Military Commission has a commission city built in the 13th year of Yongle, twenty miles in circumference, with a moat, city walls, a commission office, etc. The people there are fierce and make a living by logging and quarrying."

"I don't know which poor ghost had the luck of the sky and dug up a stone with emerald stones from the mountain. The mine owner casually sprinkled some flying money as a reward, and the poor ghost left happily and gratefully. Later, the stone was opened, and wow! It was full of emerald inside! The mine owner knew he had made a fortune, but he didn't expect that this exotic treasure of full emerald was known by the Tusi. How could the Tusi let it go?"

"This mine owner could only bite his teeth and swallow them into his stomach, and handed over the full emerald jade to the Tusi. The Tusi sold it to the Jia merchant in Tengchong. The Jia merchant knew the truth that 'holding jade is a crime,' so he brought the full emerald exotic treasure back to Yunnan and found a master to carve it. The master saw the treasure and had a different heart, preparing to escape with the exotic treasure. Unexpectedly, the Jia merchant was prepared, and this master lost his life."

"The full emerald exotic treasure flowed into the capital, but everyone didn't know the goods, and it was finally bought by me for 1,300 silver."

After Zhu Yijun finished listening, he sneered directly. Lin Fucheng was simply talking nonsense. This was a gift from the Myanmar Tusi to the Duke of Qian's mansion, and finally sent to the capital. It was carved by the craftsmen of the inner office.

Lin Fucheng said sincerely: "Look, I got this piece of full emerald exotic treasure. Throughout the whole process, there were kiln people, miners, mine owners, Tusi, merchants, and carvers. Does every piece on my body have the labor of thousands of people behind it? This is the truth that one person's luxury is the livelihood of thousands of people!"

"It is like this." Gu Gongxie didn't understand at all what Lin Fucheng was trying to do. If he admitted defeat, why come here? Just pretending to be sick, everyone would know he admitted defeat. As for tossing himself into this state, specifically to prove that his, Gu Gongxie's, point of view was correct?

Absurd.

This was not just Gu Gongxie's feeling. Everyone who came here felt the absurdity from the bottom of their hearts. How many people's blood and tears were behind these two duck eggs? The poor households who opened mountains, the mine owners trembling under the Tusi, the carving master who even lost his life—the blood and tears along the way to the capital, needless to say, these two duck eggs of great value must have had the blood and tears of countless people.

And like those silks.

"Yesterday I entered the city, and when I returned, my tears soaked my towel. Those who are covered in silk and satin are not the ones who raise silkworms." Zhu Yijun thought of a poem. He frowned, guessing that Lin Fucheng wanted to use bloody examples to tell everyone about the cruelty and exploitation in this process.

Lin Fucheng didn't make people doubt much either, and said with a smile: "Brother Gu's point of view and my point of view are actually consistent. They are all for the sake of the livelihood of thousands of people, right."

"Is it right?" Gu Gongxie asked tentatively. This gathering seemed to have been a great victory for him, but he always felt that there were traps everywhere.

Lin Fucheng waved his hand repeatedly and said: "How dare I give advice? Just take this pair of emerald stones as an example. They come from the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. Many people have never heard of the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. The Myanmar Regional Military Commission has a commission city built in the 13th year of Yongle, twenty miles in circumference, with a moat, city walls, a commission office, etc. The people there are fierce and make a living by logging and quarrying."

"I don't know which poor ghost had the luck of the sky and dug up a stone with emerald stones from the mountain. The mine owner casually sprinkled some flying money as a reward, and the poor ghost left happily and gratefully. Later, the stone was opened, and wow! It was full of emerald inside! The mine owner knew he had made a fortune, but he didn't expect that this exotic treasure of full emerald was known by the Tusi. How could the Tusi let it go?"

"This mine owner could only bite his teeth and swallow them into his stomach, and handed over the full emerald jade to the Tusi. The Tusi sold it to the Jia merchant in Tengchong. The Jia merchant knew the truth that 'holding jade is a crime,' so he brought the full emerald exotic treasure back to Yunnan and found a master to carve it. The master saw the treasure and had a different heart, preparing to escape with the exotic treasure. Unexpectedly, the Jia merchant was prepared, and this master lost his life."

"The full emerald exotic treasure flowed into the capital, but everyone didn't know the goods, and it was finally bought by me for 1,300 silver."

After Zhu Yijun finished listening, he sneered directly. Lin Fucheng was simply talking nonsense. This was a gift from the Myanmar Tusi to the Duke of Qian's mansion, and finally sent to the capital. It was carved by the craftsmen of the inner office.

Lin Fucheng said sincerely: "Look, I got this piece of full emerald exotic treasure. Throughout the whole process, there were kiln people, miners, mine owners, Tusi, merchants, and carvers. Does every piece on my body have the labor of thousands of people behind it? This is the truth that one person's luxury is the livelihood of thousands of people!"

"It is like this." Gu Gongxie didn't understand at all what Lin Fucheng was trying to do. If he admitted defeat, why come here? Just pretending to be sick, everyone would know he admitted defeat. As for tossing himself into this state, specifically to prove that his, Gu Gongxie's, point of view was correct?

Absurd.

This was not just Gu Gongxie's feeling. Everyone who came here felt the absurdity from the bottom of their hearts. How many people's blood and tears were behind these two duck eggs? The poor households who opened mountains, the mine owners trembling under the Tusi, the carving master who even lost his life—the blood and tears along the way to the capital, needless to say, these two duck eggs of great value must have had the blood and tears of countless people.

And like those silks.

"Yesterday I entered the city, and when I returned, my tears soaked my towel. Those who are covered in silk and satin are not the ones who raise silkworms." Zhu Yijun thought of a poem. He frowned, guessing that Lin Fucheng wanted to use bloody examples to tell everyone about the cruelty and exploitation in this process.

Lin Fucheng didn't make people doubt much either, and said with a smile: "Brother Gu's point of view and my point of view are actually consistent. They are all for the sake of the livelihood of thousands of people, right."

"Is it right?" Gu Gongxie asked tentatively. This gathering seemed to have been a great victory for him, but he always felt that there were traps everywhere.

Lin Fucheng waved his hand repeatedly and said: "How dare I give advice? Just take this pair of emerald stones as an example. They come from the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. Many people have never heard of the Myanmar Regional Military Commission. The Myanmar Regional Military Commission has a commission city built in the 13th year of Yongle, twenty miles in circumference, with a moat, city walls, a commission office, etc. The people there are fierce and make a living by logging and quarrying."

"I don't know which poor ghost had the luck of the sky and dug up a stone with emerald stones from the mountain. The mine owner casually sprinkled some flying money as a reward, and the poor ghost left happily and gratefully. Later, the stone was opened, and wow! It was full of emerald inside! The mine owner knew he had made a fortune, but he didn't expect that this exotic treasure of full emerald was known by the Tusi. How could the Tusi let it go?"

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