Old Zhu picked up a pencil and walked to his desk, trying to write some words.
The writing on the pencil was very fine, and the emperor was not used to it.
However, he could clearly feel that the writing speed of this unremarkable pen was still much faster than that of a brush pen even though he was not used to it.
He finally understood why Zhu Biao had brought this inconspicuous little thing to him.
"This subject son believes that this thing called a pencil can change the efficiency of my Great Ming officials in handling government affairs!”
"Your son had already tried it before coming back. Usually, your son would use a brush to write memorials, and it would take about two quarters of an hour for each one. However, the same memorials would only take about fifteen minutes to write with a pencil!“
"This is only because your son isn't familiar with this method of holding the brush. If he was, he would probably be even faster!”
"Chen Shu used this thing to draw. Your son feels that it's a waste of God's gift!”
"Although the words written with this kind of pencil are not as good as the writing brush, the most important thing in handling government affairs is efficiency!”
"Your son feels that this thing can be implemented!”
"Your son feels that this thing should be able to be replicated!”
This was Zhu Biao's real purpose for sending the item to Old Zhu.
The Emperor held the pencil in his hand and nodded approvingly."
"It's already not bad that you can think of this!”
"This thing is equally useful in the army!”
" This is…charcoal? Charcoal pencil?"
The Emperor placed the pencil on the paper and gestured a few times. He liked it very much.
When he led troops to battle, he sometimes needed to pass on information. Where did the environment outside allow him to slowly write with a brush?
There were many scouts who used crooked charcoal to write messages.
Old Zhu had always wondered who could come up with a better stationery, but who would have thought that Chen Shu would really come up with one.
"Get the craftsmen in the palace to study and make a batch of replicas!”
"This child is really amazing. He has all kinds of strange things!”
"It would be great if I could get my hands on the formula for Erguotou. That thing will do too!”
"I'm a little envious of Xu Da. I heard that the Duke's Manor has already ordered 5,000 portions of the penicillin!”
When Old Zhu said he was envious, he was really envious.
5,000 portions of penicillin meant a profit of 50,000 taels of silver.
Chen Shu took 40,000 taels and 8,000 taels from Xu Da's dividends to repay the debt.
But even so, Xu Da, this old fellow, still earned two thousand taels.
Even Old Zhu was envious of this speed of earning money.
"Is penicillin that popular?"
Zhu Biao took a deep breath. He was also one of the people who knew the situation of penicillin the most in the Ming Dynasty. However, he did not expect Xu Da's penicillin to have already sold to 5,000 portions.
"It's that popular!"
"This is also the first time that I know that the officials of my Ming Dynasty are so rich?”
"So much money that I can't afford it!”
Killing intent flashed in the Emperor's eyes again.
In fact, the reason why the Emperor could accept Chen Shu's statement so quickly was also related to the sale of penicillin.
It was true that penicillin was a life-saving drug, but the sales of penicillin had also surprised the emperor.
The duke of Huaixi and the governor of eastern Zhejiang.
There were also the six ministries, the Supreme Court, the Imperial Censorate, the Grand Governor's Office, and various departments in the capital. There were actually officials who could afford them?
The corruption in the Ming Dynasty had already reached a level that made the emperor despair.
Old Zhu would never have thought that a small amount of penicillin could cause such a huge commotion in the Yingtian government.
It was also because the corruption situation was so bad that even he, the emperor, was shocked. That was why Old Zhu reflected on his own art of balance and wondered if it had failed.
Otherwise, with the Emperor's stubbornness, he would not easily reflect on himself.
However, Old Zhu woke up to reform the salaries of officials and adjust the balance.
If you don't feed the dogs, they will feast in your storeroom.
Although Chen Shu's metaphor was crude, it was also realistic.
The reality was that the officials of the Ming Dynasty, who claimed to have the least salary, were frantically snapping up antibiotics that they should not have been able to afford. Moreover, the Censor Group was almost paralyzed, and basically no one reported the abnormality of this matter.
Because those censors were also fighting for it!
"Inspection, is it not enough?”
"I should set up a more efficient organization to supervise these people?”
"Liu Ji, that bastard, failed in his duty!”
Chen Shu didn't know that because of the butterfly effect caused by his small action, a terrifying organization was born many years in advance by the emperor.
Even Liu Bowen, who he was looking for, was also listed by the Emperor.
"Your son is also quite envious of Uncle Xu. Your son actually understands how difficult it is for you to raise the salaries of officials with the annual income of our Great Ming Dynasty!”
"Even if our Great Ming's taxes are not the lowest, in the past dynasties, it was definitely at the bottom!”
"Now that our Great Ming needs to recuperate, Imperial Father will not increase taxes!”
"I reckon that the days will be even more difficult in the future!”
"Speaking of which, I'm not afraid that Imperial Father will laugh at me. Your son thinks that Uncle Xu is a good old scoundrel. Every time Chen Shu mentions him and your old brothers, he gnashes his teeth!”
"But, is Uncle Xu feeling uncomfortable?”
"He lost his status, but he gained benefits!”
"The most important thing is that Chen Shu's move has seized a large amount of wealth, but he did not compete with the people for benefits!”
"He robbed the richest people in the Ming Dynasty!”
"Hmph, don't lie to me to be a deadbeat. Zhen can't afford to lose that person!”
Zhu Biao's words moved even the Emperor. There was something he said that made sense.
If they didn't get their own antibiotics, the emperor wouldn't have known that those officials were so rich.
Seeing Chen Shu steal money from them, the Emperor felt a strange sense of pleasure.
"Later, I will also study how to steal some money from these guys!”
"To subsidize those honest officials who can't live a good life!”
"What else do you have to say?"
"Zhen wants to go to your mother's place to have some porridge, are you coming?”
"Your son won't be going. Your son wants to understand the workings of the Ministry of Revenue!”
"I'll think of a way to get more strategies for governing the country from Brother Chen!”
Zhu Biao casually rejected the emperor's request, but he remembered something and told Zhu Yuanzhang.
"About Sister Miao Yun…"
After the Emperor heard about Chen Shu and Xu Miaoyun's relationship, he was in an even worse mood.
The daughter-in-law that he was about to eat had flown away, and Xu Da, that bastard, had relied on a good daughter, but he had the tendency to treat the old scoundrel as his father-in-law.
The Emperor was depressed. He ignored Zhu Biao and walked towards Empress Ma's bedroom.
When he arrived at the bedroom, he heard someone talking before he even entered.
"Father!"
When Old Zhu saw a girl with bright eyes and sharp teeth waving at the Emperor, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
The girl was Zhu Biao's younger sister, his eldest daughter.
The girl did not inherit any of his shortcomings and grew more and more beautiful.
In the future, who knew which bastard would benefit from it.
When Old Zhu thought of this, he suddenly had an idea.
He thought of a bastard.
"That's right. Xu Da isn't the only one who has a daughter. I also have a daughter!”
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