Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8071 Silence
Beijing.

In a box.

Yang Hanzhu, the big shopkeeper of Yang's Commercial Bank, said something, which made Liu Yu silent.

"Royal Bank, how come there is no silver?"

Liu Yu doesn't specialize in economics, and he doesn't know much about it.

"It's not that there is no money, but that you can't lend it out at will."

"Master Liu, you may not know what the Royal Bank's money is used for."

"Let's put it this way, the silver is not used, but used as a voucher."

"How many silver notes can be issued. The number of silver notes cannot exceed the amount of silver too much. Otherwise, in the event of a run, the Royal Bank may be run and go bankrupt."

Later, Yang Hanzhu talked in detail about the relationship between silver and banknotes, and why the Royal Bank could not lend too much silver.

"This time the army is deployed, the treasury is empty, and there is still a gap in money and food, but the national debt cannot be increased."

Liu Yu was a little worried.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, the national debt cannot be increased.

The imperial government still had to pay back the national debt issued by the imperial court, and Liu Yu never thought about letting the imperial court default.

If the court reneges on debts, just once, the credit of the court will be completely bankrupt, and there is no need to continue to borrow money in the future.

"The Yang's firm can lend this money to the imperial court."

Yang Hanzhu said suddenly.

"What are the conditions?" Liu Yu asked.

"There are no conditions. This matter is ordered by the owner. When the court is in danger, Yang's business will do its best to help. Yang's business and the court will be prosperous if they are prosperous, and they will be damaged if they are damaged." Yang Hanzhu smiled and said.

Liu Yu also smiled.

"Okay, the court will remember."

No condition is the biggest condition. Yang's firm is giving timely help, and the emperor must remember this favor.

……

West Market.

"Half a catty of pork belly, no bones."

"okay!"

Pork King stood in front of the meat stall, pointing the sharp knife in his hand at the pork spread out in front of him.

After a smooth cutting, cut off a piece of pork belly, tied it with straw, and weighed it with a scale.

No more, no less, exactly half a catty!

After paying the money, the customer happily left with the meat.

Pork King raised his hand and took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and took out a match to light it.

Clouds of smoke rose up in circles.

These cigarettes and matches are new things that appeared in the capital. They are sold by many grocery stores in Yang's business. They are expensive, and generally only wealthy people can afford them.

Pork King is the best butcher in this area. He still earns a lot of money. Most people can't afford it, but he can.

"Pork King, your cigarette is not bad, can you give me one too?"

A middle-aged man in brocade clothes was carrying a birdcage, strolling on the Eight Immortals' steps, winking at the Pork King.

"Go, if you want to smoke, go buy it yourself." Pork King waved his hand.

"What's the matter, I really think I've lost all my property. Over the years, I've also made a living, not just a living." The middle-aged man in brocade clothes put down the birdcage and rolled up his sleeves.

"I said Gao Yiming, what do you do for a living? You sold some pantyhose, shoes and hats, and lost money to your grandma's house. You might as well collect your rent. You rent those houses in the capital to outsiders, and you can't live. Is it? If you insist on messing around, and go to the casino to play for money, your property will be gone.” Pork King sputtered, foaming at the mouth.

But he never expected Gao Yiming to listen.

If he could listen to it, he would have listened to it a long time ago, and he wouldn't be reduced to what he is now.

"Pork King, we don't know who is who, what do you think I can do? I can only do one thing! Hey..."

After speaking, Gao Yiming sighed.

"Then what can we do? We are all sinners. The court didn't punish us for our crimes, but let us live happily. It's not bad, what else do you want?"

Pork King took another drag on his cigarette.

The same thing has been said for more than ten years, and it is meaningless to say too much, and life has to be leisurely.

Generally speaking, someone will sigh at this point.

Sure enough, Gao Yiming sighed again: "Hey, it would be great if the commander-in-chief is still alive. If the commander-in-chief is here, the northern commander-in-chief Yue Leiting won't be able to be the northern commander-in-chief."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Say it every year, every month, every day, can you tell the commander-in-chief whether he can live?"

After saying the last word, Pork King suddenly froze, his eyes fixed on the corner of the street behind Gao Yiming, and he even dropped the cigarette from his mouth without knowing it.

"Pork King, what's the matter with you?" Gao Yiming asked in shock.

"He, he..." Pork King's eyes were wide open, he raised his finger and pointed forward, and could only make a simple sound from his mouth.

"Pork King, are you bewitched? What is he?"

After saying this, Gao Yiming turned his head subconsciously.

Then, his eyeballs also stared straight, and he accidentally swayed and kicked the birdcage beside him, causing the parrot inside to flap its wings and flutter.

His throat rolled, worse than the Pork King, and he couldn't speak a word.

Under their eyes, a figure walked over from the opposite corner.

It was a tall man with a square face, wearing an ordinary blue robe, and there was an indescribable power in his gestures.

"Xiao Wang, Mingzi, do you still recognize me?" The man stood in front of them with a smile on his face.

"Master, is that you? Am I dreaming?"

Gao Yiming's eyes went straight, and he suddenly turned his head and said, "Pork King, pinch me to see if I'm still awake!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Pork King jumped up.

"Mother, this fire is burning the shoes, it hurts me to death."

Pork King stomped on the ground a few times, stamping out the flames on his shoes.

By the way, crush half of the cigarettes that are still burning.

"Don't pinch, the handsome is real, we read it right."

Pork King's eyes were full of excitement.

"It's true, God has opened his eyes!"

Gao Yiming knelt down on the ground with a bang, clasped his palms together and worshiped, chanting words in his mouth.

Over the years, he has believed in Buddhism, and went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha every now and then.

How many times he made a wish in front of the Buddha, hoping to see the commander-in-chief again and return to the command of the commander-in-chief.

Looking at it now, God is sorry, the Buddha really came true!

In the future, we must go to the temple to fulfill our vows.

"Mingzi, get up."

Tai Shuyi strode forward, grabbed Gao Yiming's arm, and lifted him to stand up.

"Well, that's right. These years, I haven't let go of my kung fu, and my heart is still diligent." Tai Shuyi pinched Gao Yiming's arm with his fingers, and he had already judged his current physical condition.

"Master..."

Gao Yiming's voice was choked up, and his eyes filled with tears.

"Big man, why are you crying! I'm not dead yet." Uncle Yi stared.

(End of this chapter)