On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Confucius said: Young people should be careful about lust; middle-aged people should be careful about anger; old people should be careful about greed.

Lin Zhen, on the contrary, felt that Lin Zhenxian should be more cautious about his anger.

This old man's temper has been like this since he was young, and it hasn't changed at all over the decades. He is seventy years old and still wants to angrily compete with Wang Pangzi, who is in his twenties. Isn't he just idle?

It's understandable. The old man was already angry about Gu Zhen's pregnancy, and the fat man dared to provoke him. This time he had hit the nail on the head.

There are only three people in this world that Fatty Wang is afraid of.

One is definitely Lin Zhen, and the other is his father Wang Tienan, and Wang Tienan’s adoptive father Lin Zhenxian.

The old man passed by the plum garden and broke off a branch with one hand, showing amazing strength.

He rubbed the branches with his other hand, and the plum blossoms fell off, forming a dog-beating stick more than one meter long. He picked it up and ran to the gate.

The fat guy had just taken a shit at the door, and no one knew whether he wiped his butt or not. Now he was squatting on the ground, freezing like a stupid bear, wiping his nose with his yellow fingers.

Lin Zhenxian came over with a dog-beating stick, and Lin Zhen, Huanbi, Zhang Li, and Yue Wu followed closely behind, trying to persuade him.

The fat man didn't know what was going on. When he saw the old man running towards him, followed by Lin Zhen, he immediately said with a smile: "Yo huh? Hahahaha, big brother, you have come to this day! Heaven has eyes! Nah! Nah! Nah! Oh my god!"

Lin Zhenxian was a military general. He swung his stick as fast as lightning and hit the fat man's head hard.

boom--

Lin Zhen's eyes almost jumped out of his head when he saw this.

The modified dog-beating stick was broken in an instant. The fat man cursed loudly, covered his head and started running, saying as he ran: "Grandpa! Living Grandpa! What are you doing!"

"What are you doing? You little bastard, how dare you shit in front of my door? The Regent Palace has been established for over 200 years, and you're the first one to do so! I'll beat you to death today!"

"No, no, no! Grandpa, I... I know I was wrong, big brother! Big brother, please help me persuade him!"

This blow didn't actually kill the fat guy, which shows that he has a very strong ability to withstand blows!

If that's the case, then I have nothing to worry about.

Just beat him, just treat it as a way to stretch the old man's arms and legs.

Life lies in movement.

Lin Zhen turned around and prepared to go back to the study to continue his own work. Zhang Li and others saw this and realized that it was nothing serious, so they all went to busy themselves with their own things.

The fat man was beaten and ran around the yard. A boil the size of a goose egg appeared on the top of his head, but he didn't dare to fight back.

Firstly, Lin Zhenxian is his elder, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that he is his grandfather. Secondly... he may not be able to beat Lin Zhenxian.

Although Lin Zhenxian is old, his martial arts skills have not declined at all over the years. Even when he takes off his clothes, he still has eight-pack abs and an inverted triangle shape.

To use the local dialect here, it means: You’ve got a hat trick, old baby!

When Lin Zhen arrived at the study, he began to think about exchanging grain for wool. Since the signing of the unequal treaty with Nanchu, they had already sent in the first batch of annual grain.

Of course, according to Lin Zhen's policy of closing the country to the outside world, their gift-giving team could only deliver the annual offerings to the trading port of Guangling, and then have them delivered into the country by Daqian's soldiers.

In fact, Lin Zhen was opposed to closing the country to the outside world in his heart, but at this moment it was the Xuanhe Sect that was causing trouble.

Once this sect is eliminated, Lin Zhen can reopen the ports to all countries.

Life is hard, but we won’t starve to death.

Lin Zhen also asked the Ministry of Revenue to allocate funds to distribute daily necessities to the people every month. After all, it is winter and the people need to survive.

In the afternoon, Zhang Li came back from outside wearing a violet printed leather jacket and accompanied by a hundred warriors from the Huben Camp.

Today is the monthly billing day.

Lin Zhen now has a large family and many businesses under his control, but he does not actually manage many areas, so he needs his subordinates to make routine monthly reports.

If Lin Zhen is not there, then go find Zhang Li.

But I saw the girl coming towards me with her plump waist twisted.

Behind them, the Huben Camp unloaded the large wooden boxes from the ox carts and placed them one by one in the yard.

Given their strength, it took two people to hold each box, which shows that the things inside were very heavy.

Zhang Li placed the bill book in front of Lin Zhen, then lazily walked over and leaned against him, the mink fur on her collar gently scratching his face. She said, "My husband, this month's casino turnover was 480,000 taels, with a profit of 200,000 taels. 10,000 of that has already been sent to His Majesty, and 15,000 has been deducted for the renovation work at the entertainment city. The rest is in the yard."

Lin Zhen looked at the account without raising his head: "Don't keep it at home, it's not safe."

"My dear husband, please be kind and accept it. The house in the East Garden is empty anyway. Why don't you use it as a treasure trove?"

"Why? You can't fit it in there anymore?"

"That underground bank has long been full. We currently have six million taels of silver on hand, and as you said, we can't spend the gold. A lot of it has gone moldy."

Lin Zhen was a little puzzled.

Because he doesn't care about money normally and he has no interest in money.

So he asked, "Bridges and roads are being built all over the country, and the Wuqing Development Zone is also in full swing. How can there be so much money?"

"Have you forgotten? Many of the laborers building bridges and roads are prisoners of war. They're only paid a hundred coins a month, and we only need to provide food and shelter. And ever since you decided to use the national treasury to distribute supplies to the people every month, the people don't want money anymore. They only want supplies. After two months, all the money is saved, with nowhere to spend it."

"Oh." Lin Zhen sighed.

Damn, even if you have a lot of money, you can still make a fuss.

If you can't spend so much money, it's just junk.

He pinched his eyes and said, "This won't work. We have to find a way to spend the money. What do you think?"

Zhang Li smiled and said, "Haha, I don't have any idea. Unless there's a big war, I definitely won't be able to spend this money."

"Why fight a war in the middle of winter? Besides, we just finished the war with Southern Chu. How about this? We increase the salaries of officials and the wages of local workers to encourage them to spend. Also, keep the commercial tax the same and reduce the agricultural tax on the people."

"Ah?" Zhang Li opened her alluring lips and said, "Husband, the agricultural taxes for the people of Daqian are already very low, why should we lower them further?"

"Surrender! We must encourage the people to farm so that they won't have to worry about starvation. When farmers are not taxed for farming and receive government subsidies, that's when we will eradicate the landlords!"

Lin Zhen felt so angry when he thought of those cannibalistic landlords.

Kill them sooner or later.

Zhang Li waved her hand in surrender: "Okay, okay, okay, anyway, I don't understand politics, I'll do whatever you say. I'll prepare the documents and send them to the Ministry of Revenue later."

"Ah."

......

In the palace, after Murong Yan finished talking to Sima Chunlei, she ran towards Gu Zhen's bedroom.