My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 80 I Don’t Love Money
When Xiao Jixiang said this, Hao Jian almost fainted again, but the next moment, he felt himself being lifted up.

With the movement of dragging and tugging, they arrived at his yard.

At this moment, Kuai Fu and his group of strong craftsmen had become Zhu Gaoyu's minions.

They originally hated the existence of Hao Jian.

It was such a big farm, but the tenants there were only skin and bones left.

It was freezing cold outside, and the tenants didn't have even a thin cotton coat, let alone a padded jacket.

Even a fool would know how much these managers, especially the village head Hao Jian, had embezzled on a daily basis.

It can be said that Zhu Gaoyu's actions fully reflect a truth: every evildoer will be punished by his own evildoer.

Along with the movements of Kuai Fu and others, everything in Hao Jian's house was dug out almost like a swarm of locusts.

There were some brave tenants outside, watching from afar, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

You know, as the head of the village, Hao Jian can be said to be the person with the highest status in the village.

But even so, in front of Zhu Gaoyu, he was like a dead dog, without any ability to fight back.

In the crowd, a thin boy watched this scene, his expression somewhat excited and hesitant.

But the little girl next to him blinked her eyes:
"Brother, this prince is so nice. If he comes to manage the farm, can we all have enough food to eat?"

Because the girl had not eaten enough for a long time, her body looked like a daylily in the field, which seemed like it would die if the wind blew.

There was no chubby feeling on her face at all, and her already big eyes looked even bigger and brighter against her thin face.

The boy was a little hesitant when he heard his sister's voice:

"Is this prince... really a good person?"

Don't blame him for thinking that.

Although what Zhu Gaoyu has done so far are all good things.

But judging from his words alone, he seems to be another second-generation rich man and a playboy, and there seems to be no difference between him and Zhu Gui.

The little girl frowned in confusion:
"But brother, grandpa used to say that the village head is a human being, and we tenants are cattle and horses. As long as the village head is still alive, we live worse than cattle and horses."

"Now that His Highness has overthrown the village head, isn't he still a good man?"

When the young man heard this, he pursed his lips and said nothing, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

He looked in the direction of Zhu Gaoyu and seemed to have made up his mind.

He squatted down, touched his sister's head, and said softly:

"Xiaowu, wait here, I'll be right back."

……

at this time.

Zhu Gaoyu looked at the boxes and cages sorted out in the yard, counted them again, frowned slightly, and seemed to be thinking about something.

However, when the manager of the farm saw the things in the boxes, he couldn't help but grit his teeth even though he knew that he and Hao Jian were on the same boat.

This guy...how many good things has he embezzled on a daily basis?

Fortunately, everyone thought that although he was greedy, he was still kind and didn't forget to share a piece of meat with them.

But judging from the confiscated property, this guy didn't just give them a piece of meat. Compared with the money and property embezzled by Hao Jian himself, what the other managers got was not even broth.

The little things they have in their hands are purely for getting rid of people.

Xiao Jixiang took a deep breath when he looked at these properties.

It’s not that he hasn’t seen good things.

Even with such a small farm, Hao Jian could squeeze out so much profit.

If he were to be the steward of a palace, wouldn't it be possible that one day he would run the palace and no one would know?
only……

Xiao Jixiang turned his head and looked at Zhu Gaoyu who was pretending to be mature, and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

What is your highness thinking about?

Aren’t the things in these boxes enough?
Zhu Gaoyu felt something was wrong.

This feeling is inexplicable, like an intuition, rooted deep in my mind.

It was at this time that a hoarse voice sounded from the crowd:

"Your Highness, I can testify that Hao Jian's wealth is more than this!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Hao Jian's eyes suddenly became fierce, almost as if he wanted to eat someone. He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the source of the voice in the crowd.

The person who spoke was none other than a teenager of only sixteen or seventeen years old from the group of tenant farmers.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Gaoyu's frown instantly relaxed, and he looked quite proud:
"Sure enough, I knew my intuition was right. This old guy must have more goodies than just these! Let me see... where the rest of the stuff is hidden..."

When Zhu Gaoyu stood with his hands behind his back and had a stern face, he really looked quite intimidating.

Just as he stopped in front of the wall, Hao Jian's gaze couldn't help but follow his movements, with an indescribable nervousness and uneasiness in his expression.

And it was at this moment that Zhu Gaoyu suddenly turned his head and caught his expression.

Immediately, Zhu Gaoyu made up his mind and shouted:
"Someone, break down the wall for me!"

"Boom!"

Hao Jian knelt again.

The wall that Zhu Gaoyu was pointing to was hollow. It was originally made of earth bricks, but now it was filled with gold bricks.

Seeing the gold bricks being carried out, Hao Jian wished he could faint.

How could he, a village head, get so many gold bricks?

These were all the gold, silver and jewelry he had collected privately to help Xu Yuan and Xu Hui make money.

Now, Zhu Gaoyu has taken advantage of all this! Even if Zhu Gaoyu doesn't chop off his head, Xu Yuan and Xu Hui will definitely not let him go.

Zhu Gaoyu came to Ma Sanbao's side with his hands behind his back and paced without knowing when.

He raised his head and spoke with a rather smug tone:
"Sanbao, have you noticed that I am actually quite talented in this area?"

Ma Sanbao's eyes twitched, and he had a bad feeling in his heart:
"What exactly is this aspect that Your Highness is talking about?"

Zhu Gaoyu opened his eyes wide and said confidently:

"Of course it's about the confiscation of property."

Ma Sanbao's eyebrows were trembling.

His usually calm face was now a little chapped:

"Search...Search the house?!"

Ma Sanbao glanced to the side.

Little Jixiang was baring his teeth and counting the gold bricks.

The tenants in the village are still digging the wall diligently.

Zhu Gaoyu...looked at the entire Zhuangzi with a serious expression, as if he was planning the future of the entire Datong.

Ma Sanbao felt that... after coming to Datong this time, everything was clearly on the right track.

But ever since meeting Zhu Gaoyu, everything seemed to be heading in another strange direction... rushing!
What went wrong?

Could it be that it's broken from the root?

But who is Zhu Gaoyu's root?

Thinking of this, Ma Sanbao shuddered all over.

You can't think about this anymore!
……

After everything in Hao Jian's yard was taken out, the original yard was basically in ruins.

Zhu Gaoyu looked at the gold, silver and treasures all over the ground and wanted to express his gratitude, but the next moment, he had to look up and look at the crowd in front of him.

Zhu Gaoyu tilted his head back and felt a little tired, so he found a bench and climbed up.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Zhu Gaoyu coughed a series of times, and he was almost choked by his saliva without paying attention.

At first glance, it sounds like tuberculosis.

Everyone around was shocked, but they were relieved when they saw that the person coughing was Zhu Gaoyu.

Seeing that the surroundings gradually quieted down, Zhu Gaoyu glanced at the trembling Zhuangzi steward and said quietly:

"Actually, I, Zhu Gaoyu... hate money the most..."

Pooh!
After hearing this, not to mention Hao Jian, even the managers wanted to spit.

You call this not loving money?
Who doesn’t love money? Why do they come and confiscate your property?

It’s okay to just confiscate the house!

Zhu Gaoyu's method of confiscating property can be said to be digging three feet into the ground, like a swarm of locusts passing through.

Wherever he went, the dead eunuch beside Zhu Gaoyu would take away anything of value like a bandit.

The managers didn't dare to say a word, and the tenants looked numb.

No matter whether they love money or not, is it possible that this money will ever be theirs?
But in the next second, Zhu Gaoyu's words made them look up suddenly, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

"Our manor is a little big, but it has not played its true value. From today on, I, Zhu Gaoyu, will take charge of everything."

"The first thing is to change the distribution of everyone's work remuneration. The more you work, the more you get, and the less you work, the less you get. The way to pay the workers is to take it out of the stolen money."

After these words were spoken, the people around him looked at Zhu Gaoyu as if he were a fool.

Especially those managers, almost all of them had the same idea in their minds.

As expected, children are ignorant. Even running a farm is like playing house to them. They act whatever they want.

What is a tenant?

The so-called tenants are dependent on the landlords. Even the land they cultivate is not their own. How much food they can get at the end of the year depends on the mood of the landlord. In the end, they can only rely on a few melons and dates to barely get enough to eat.

It can be said that it is natural for tenants to work for their masters.

But Zhu Gaoyu was not like that.

He even had the crazy idea of ​​using money to hire these tenants.

It's simply a waste of time, counterproductive and a fantasy!

However, facing the many questions raised by Zhuangzi's manager, Zhu Gaoyu looked at them as if they were fools and spoke with some doubt:
"This is not my money. I can give it to whoever I want. My father doesn't care about me, so do you want to care about me?"

Can you say that?

Of course those managers didn't dare.

Finally, Zhu Gaoyu said with particular sorrow:
"I don't like money... but why... why does the money always increase... I want to spend it, but I can never spend it all? Sanbao, can you understand my feelings?"

Ma Sanbao smiled.

He suppressed the urge to beat up the boy.

This damn kid...is still the same as always.

Just now, he thought Zhu Gaoyu had grown up a little and become more mature.

Now it seems...it's still the same.

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