Fang Chu was startled, and his first reaction was to look at the bed, only to see that Qingya had woken up and was looking at him with bright eyes.
He hurriedly asked: "Did I wake you up?"
Qingya said: "Bring her to me."
Fang Chu hurriedly got up and walked to the bed.
First, he placed Fang Wushi next to Qingya, and then carefully helped Qingya sit up.
He also took a pillow and stuffed it behind her.
Then he picked up his son and sat side by side with her, letting her look at her son.
Qingya reached out and touched his son's face and mouth, and Fang Wushi stopped crying immediately.
Qingya lowered her head, kissed her son twice on the face, raised her head again, and said with a smile, "It's so soft."
Fang Chu also smiled and said: "I think so too.
It's just like water tofu."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed his son.
He raised his head again and smiled at each other.
Fang Chu said: "Look, how good he is.
He knows his parents."
Fang Wushi chirped twice, a little disdainful, and aggrieved.
He was too sentimental.
If someone wants to eat milk, who will feed him?
The wet nurse who rushed over when she heard the cry of the milk baby stood at the door of the moon cave and saw the warm scene of the family of three.
She did not dare to disturb them and quietly left.
Qingya rested for a month and his body has recovered.
It was a hot day and she couldn't lie down in bed, so she went downstairs on a full moon day.
Fang Chu hugged Fang Wushi and walked with her in the bamboo forest behind Yanyu Pavilion.
After walking around in a circle, I just sat down to rest in a water pavilion when Yuan'er came.
Fang Chu said to Qing Ya, "I'll come as soon as I go."
He refused to let Qingya hold his son, turned around and handed it to the nanny before leaving.
In the study, Mr.
Lin, whom I met last time, was waiting.
This time he is not a Confucian scholar.
He is dressed in a short coat of coarse cloth with a bamboo hat beside him.
He looks a bit like a craftsman who weaves bamboo silk paintings in Qingyuan.
"Master Fang has always been kind" "It's okay.
Mr.
Lin is here" "Master Fang sent the words "Crown Prince" last time to calm down.
Now" "Mr.
Lin, there is no need to say anything.
I already know the situation in the northwest and north.
I still have the same four words: stop with silence."
"But Master Fang, the other party has already started to imitate our management.
If this continues, we won't be able to support it for long before we will be crushed by them."
Mr.
Lin was not calm, and there was dissatisfaction in his tone.
Due to the powerful tyrants in the northwest annexing land, forcing the people into slavery, and exploiting the common people, the sixth prince eliminated many opponents, and the strength of the prince's line and other princes was greatly reduced.
They imitated each other and changed their business strategies, imitating the business methods that Fang Chu taught the Sixth Prince.
Taking advantage of the emperor's illness, they openly participated in the cotton textile business, built a large number of looms, rented the looms to the people at low prices, increased employment costs, raised the purchase price of cotton, and competed with the sixth prince for labor and resources, hoping to use absolute The scale and strength crushed him to avenge the past.
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The two large workshops under the prince are particularly well run, with no loopholes, and there are obviously experts behind them.
The Sixth Prince couldn't catch the opponent's loopholes, so he could only compete with the opponent for business operations.
He was not good at doing business, so he asked Fang Chu for help in an emergency.
Fang Chu went to see the people sent by Prince Lin, but he was detained by local officials who made trouble.
Because of this detention, his return home was delayed, and people with ulterior motives spread the news to the Fang family's old house, causing Qingya to give birth early and almost die.
Fang Chu was filled with rage when he thought of this.
But at this time he was very calm.
If people like the prince can really follow the rules and do business in the right way and make money, even if they take advantage of some power, it will be a blessing for the Dajing State and the people.
But is this possible?
Of course it's impossible.
Fang Chu, who had been in charge of the Fang family, knew this all too well.
The south of the Yangtze River was prosperous, and industries such as silk weaving, porcelain, salt, and tea were prosperous.
It was not only the granary and tax burden of the imperial court, but also the small treasury of the prince and others.
Xia Zhizao had been the official of Zhizao's parents in Jinshu Yamen for decades.
When his house was ransacked, more than 10 million yuan was confiscated, which was really not much.
Where did the big head go?
It goes without saying that half of the officials who were arrested in the Jiangnan Mo corruption case were from the prince.
Even the sixth prince had lost several of his subordinates.
Now that the emperor is ill, the princes' fight for the throne has come to a critical juncture.
At this time, the prince needs money more than ever He has absolutely no patience, and no time to make money slowly by following the right path.
Although Fang Chu was with Qingya in Qingyuan, he was not idle.
He did not miss anything that he should do.
He knew a lot.
But he had a wife and children.
Although he was full of anger, he would not act as hard as before, especially when it came to fighting.
He didn't want to get involved in matters like the throne.
He asked: "Sir, do you know what are the biggest characteristics of corrupt officials?"
Mr.
Lin asked: "What is it?"
Everyone has a different personality, so what should he do?
Fang Chu said: "Greedy" Mr.
Lin chuckled and said, "How else would I call him a corrupt official?"
Fang Chu said: "Greedy people don't have the patience to make money by doing business according to the rules, even if there are huge profits in the process.
If they can't wait, they will definitely take shortcuts."
Mr.
Lin perked up and asked, "Is there any shortcut?"
Didn't he just come here to ask for a shortcut?
Fang Chu said: "Of course.
Just carry the money home."
Mr.
Lin was stunned: "Carry it directly home" What kind of deal is that?
Fang Chu smiled and said: "Nothing can make money faster than corruption.
Although weaving towels is profitable, at this critical juncture, greedy people don't have the patience to slowly weave towels and sell them.
“Even if they earn hundreds of thousands a year, it’s not enough to put food between their teeth.
"Sir, you should pay more attention to what's happening here in Jiangnan.
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"Your Highness, please take care of the people, run the workshop in a disciplined manner, and don't be eager for quick success.
If you look like you are suppressed and can't move, your opponents will be more arrogant.
As for making less money, it doesn't matter.
At this time, winning people's hearts is the key.
He who wins the world" He spoke very leisurely and slowly.
Every sentence is meaningful.
Every sentence means something.
Mr.
Lin looked confused at first, and then his eyes slowly brightened.
Fang Chu sneered as the boat carrying Mr.
Lin left.
He will make the person who detained him regret it for the rest of his life Mr.
Lin looked behind him and thought, it's a pity that this man is in business, he should work for His Highness.
Fang Chu called Yuan'er in again and asked him about the outside news.
Yuan'er said that the brocade weaving conference was coming again, and the Weaver Girl was still hiding in the countryside to take care of herself.
There were all kinds of things outside.
While telling Fang Chu all the rumors, she asked, "When will the young master go back?"
Fang Chu pondered for a while and said, "You go down to eat first.
Come back after dinner."
Yuan'er hurriedly agreed, knowing in his heart that he was going to ask the young mistress for her opinion.
When Fangchu returned to the water pavilion, Qing Ya was leaning against the railing and eating bird's nest.
The thin girl stood beside her, not knowing what to say, but both were smiling.
He came forward, sat down next to Qingya, and asked with a smile: "When will you go back?"
Qingya raised her eyes and replied: "I won't go back."
Fang Chu was surprised and reminded: "There will be a brocade weaving conference in a few days."
Qingya said: "I won't participate."
Fang Chu's heart moved and he asked tentatively: "Then go back in July?"
Qingya shook his head and said, "No."
The answer was the same as Fang Chu expected.
He continued to ask: "Then when do you plan to go back?"
I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival and a happy mood.
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