Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 387: House speculation!

Fuliang's craftsmanship and materials, the construction speed of the new city and the demolition speed of the old city are all visible to the naked eye. Xia Lin's way of making money lies in the balance between the increase and decrease. Fuliang makes money from catering, materials, and even tools.

However, everyone can see how much money they make, and no one can say anything, because under the same progress, Fuliang has the best quality and the lowest cost in the same time. If other companies were to do this, they would be beheaded.

Xia Lin never deducted the workers' income, and the food was relatively good. The common people were actually very easy to deal with. As long as you gave them a job that allowed them to have food to eat and support their families, they would be grateful.

So after Xia Lin's efforts, he even revitalized the entire city of Jinling. The whole city became full of vitality and vigor. The main reason was that money was circulating. Once money was circulating, it would drive the tertiary industry in the city to become active. After this round of redistribution of wealth, those who worked became rich, those who did business became rich, small workshops became rich, workers in water transport and land transport became rich, laborers at the docks, and prostitutes on flower boats all became rich.

Even the old lady who sews shoe soles has money now.

There are many smart people in the court, including those who are good at observation. In fact, they have not been staring at what Xia Lin is doing these days, but have been carefully analyzing what changes each of Xia Lin’s plans and policies has brought to the country and the city.

You won't know until you see it. Once you think about it, you will be shocked. When the Ministry of Revenue calculated the tax revenue this month, it was twice as high as in previous years. It was not 10% but 100%!
And this tax was not collected from a particular household, but from the entire Jinling city. In other words, Xia Lin used these more than 100 acres of land to revitalize the lifeless imperial city.

If the Minister of Revenue had not been older and had not reviewed Xia Lin's manuscript before, he would have had the audacity to ask Xia Lin about the secret.

The prince was even more delighted. He had been living a comfortable life these days since Xia Lin came. First of all, everyone in the court had calmed down because they were all busy making money. Some followed Xia Lin to invest, and some discussed cooperation with Xia Lin. As long as there was serious work to do, there would be no conflicts, and as long as there was money to be made, there would be no headaches.

In addition to this, public opinion about the Crown Prince arose, with rumors spreading that he had the qualities of a wise ruler.

Who doesn't like good words? Especially when a person in a high position finds that he or she is gradually beginning to have a grassroots mass base, it cannot be described simply by a sense of accomplishment.

Finally, the national treasury is rich. Before Xia Lin came, the country was stretched to the limit. Now, not only is the money from the destruction of Buddhism coming in, but what is even more pleasing than the money seized from the destruction of Buddhism is the steady growth of tax revenue. Under the premise that the tax rate and tax amount have not been adjusted, the surge in tax revenue is equivalent to prosperity.

Who doesn't want his or her country to prosper?

At first, the prince thought that what he said about Xia Lin being the God of Wealth was absolutely correct. If this wasn't the God of Wealth, then what was he? He even had a strange idea: "Let him run the country for ten years. When I go out to travel and come back, maybe I will become a wise ruler for all ages."

Of course, this is definitely not possible, as the civil and military officials will not agree to it.

In fact, Xia Lin has grown up now. When he first went to Fuliang, he was groping in every way. But now he is so familiar with it, which is nothing more than that he has opened up the Ren and Du meridians of officialdom.

There is nothing in the world that everyone likes, but money can. They may hate Xia Lin extremely, but they have no grudge against money. Xia Lin can bring a lot of profits, so they should know what to do for the sake of money.

As for businessmen, they have always been pigs raised by the state, and they will be harvested in waves when the time is right. Sensible businessmen will be harvested with joy, not only can they offer gold and silver treasures with both hands, but they can also exchange them for something useful. However, for ignorant businessmen, asking for money from them is more painful than asking for their lives.

However, the cooperation of the merchants this time is actually inseparable from Xia Lin. On the one hand, there is a high degree of overlap between the merchants in the capital and those in Fuliang. They have already figured out Xia Lin's routine over the years and know what it means that those who obey me will prosper and those who defy me will perish. In the fierce fighting in Fuliang in recent years, they have long realized a truth: as long as they follow the policy plans, there will be no disadvantageous business. They are sensible and their superiors will not treat them unfairly. I don't know if this is the experience they have gained from stepping on the corpses of many peers along the way.

Another thing is that the favorable policies this time were really well played. The long-cherished wish of these businessmen was fulfilled while they were chatting and laughing.

The Imperial Academy recruits students based on their merits, regardless of their status. This is a great opportunity for them. After all, since the Spring and Autumn Period, merchants have had no path to promotion. The best they could achieve is to become wealthy. The aristocratic families look down on them, the officials disdain them, and they can only bully ordinary people.

However, this time, no matter how difficult it is, at least it gives them a way out. Spending some money to pave a road for future generations is a good deal no matter how you look at it.

The new city changes every day. Xia Lin comes here to take a look every day. He likes to see the construction scenes. The lively appearance makes people happy.

There was one more person beside him today. Lao Zhang had returned from doing some business in the vicinity of the capital. The two of them, each holding a packaged roast chicken, sat on the old city wall, watching the development of the new city, with a pot of wine beside them.

"How far are you from being the most powerful official?"

Old Zhang asked curiously, "I think you are almost there."

"It's still a long way to go. I'm still a dog now."

"Mastiff." Lao Zhang added.

"It's OK, just average." Xia Lin didn't care. He glanced at Lao Zhang's roast chicken and grabbed the remaining chicken leg: "Try yours."

"I licked it."

"You fart."

The two of them were talking nonsense. Xia Lin was halfway through his meal when he suddenly asked, "Did your female apprentice get plastic surgery?" "I am a role model for a teacher, and I am extremely beautiful..."

"Have you fixed it? Stop talking to me about this useless shit."

"I couldn't help myself that day..."

Xia Lin fumbled for a long time in the lining of his clothes, then handed a red envelope to Lao Zhang: "I have prepared it for you for many years, and I can finally give it away."

"Hehe... you bastard." Lao Zhang cursed but still accepted the red envelope: "You are such a dirty thing."

"Have you tasted the taste yet?"

"Look at the question you asked..." Lao Zhang frowned: "It's okay, not as... as I thought... Well, it's just like that."

Xia Lin stroked his chin and was silent for a moment: "You guys aren't just doing push-ups, are you?"

Old Zhang was probably shy. He was always a bad talker, so he avoided the topic and turned the subject to what Xia Lin had been doing in Beijing these days.

"Here." Xia Lin took out a small wooden stick and scratched a square on the wall: "Let me briefly explain to you how wealth redistribution works."

"You speak."

Although it sounds simple, Xia Lin actually explained to Lao Zhang the underlying logic and common methods of wealth redistribution in a very systematic way.

This time Xia Lin used one of the fastest methods, which is real estate. There will be various sequelae behind every redistribution, but sometimes there is actually no way to deal with those sequelae. The most urgent task is to redistribute the wealth first, otherwise it will explode if it accumulates for too long.

He then explained in detail the advantages and disadvantages that would arise when a large amount of cash wealth was suddenly released into the public.

Lao Zhang has a strong learning ability. Even if he hears something he doesn't understand, he can quickly understand it by asking.

But at the same time, there was one person who was puzzled. This person was the future emperor of Wei and the current crown prince, Tuoba Jing.

The imperial teacher was personally explaining Xia Lin's methods to him. This was Emperor Hongbao's teacher, one of the leading figures of the dynasty, Grand Tutor Feng, one of the hidden super bosses, and the only surviving one of the three great think tanks of the previous generation of the Wei Dynasty.

Don’t be fooled by his old age. After Xia Lin used a series of seemingly inexplicable means to conduct land transactions, he quickly refined this idea and even came up with a new term many years in advance - regulation.

But the problem is that these profound socio-economic issues made the prince just want to sleep, and his mind was a mess. After all, his understanding of the market was still at the stage of adding water when there is too much flour and adding flour when there is too much water; more grain is cheaper and less grain is more expensive. He really can't play such advanced games.

This made Grand Tutor Feng look at him and shake his head, and he even left a name of a fool in his heart and hurried back. The Prince finally didn't have to be tortured by his own master, and he went out happily to participate in his palace poetry meeting.

But he didn't invite Xia Lin to this poetry conference...

The reason is actually very simple. If Xia Lin came, all his limelight would be stolen. Besides, Xia Lin is very busy now and probably has no time to participate in such a small poetry conference.

Of course, the contestants were mainly those guys from the Hanlin Academy who loved to eat, drink and have fun. Their level was well known... and the prince was so good in front of them. Just singing one or two songs, even if he was imitating Xia Lin's style, would make these people look up to him for no reason and admire him.

And this time he even brought his beloved Jinlian with him, just to show off. After all, his court life was going smoothly and his political achievements were brilliant these days, so he felt a little bit high.

"Your Highness."

After returning from the poetry and prose conference, the prince was in high spirits and made love that night. Jinlian lazily laid on his chest and said, "I think since your highness is so talented, you might as well promote more people with poetic talent. Maybe there will be more talents like Lord Xia."

"I do have this idea, but there are restrictions everywhere in the court."

"Then Your Highness, listen to me. Since the court does not allow it, why don't you ask Lord Xia to think of a way to build a mansion specifically for Your Highness to reserve talents."

"Hmm? That's a good idea. I'll go talk to Xia Daosheng tomorrow morning."

(End of this chapter)