Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Zhu Yunhuan calmly picked up the teacup and slowly took a sip of tea, but in fact he was turning his thoughts in his mind.

Then he started to talk nonsense: "Who told you that I was born into a family of high-ranking officials and nobles? I was lying to you when I said I would go to their homes and ask them one by one!"

Well, it’s not nonsense to say this, he is indeed not a descendant of high-ranking officials.

"You cheated me...you..." Xu Miaojin was so angry that she frowned, with a look of anger and regret on her face.

But she quickly shook her head. "No, if you're not some noble, how do you explain knowing the next installment of the novel in advance? No one knows that the Taoist who taught Guo Jing internal energy is Ma Yu from the Quanzhen Sect."

Zhu Yunhuan paused for a moment and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this little girl is able to grasp the details and has clear logic, it's really hard to fool her.

But who is he Zhu Yunhuan?

Who can compare with us in acting skills?

So he immediately started to talk nonsense again: "Oh, this, that's because my family has someone in the upper echelons. We came here from outside to do business. There are a lot of things going on in the palace right now, and some things require dealing with merchants outside the palace. Also, my family has relatives in the Jinyiwei Yamen, so I have a lot of connections, and I got the manuscript for the next issue of the novel."

After saying that, Zhu Yunhuan also specifically warned: "Don't go out and talk nonsense."

Xu Miaojin frowned and thought carefully, but probably couldn't find any flaws.

After all, the new emperor has established the Industrial Department, the Media Department, the Medical Institute, the Coal Transportation Department, and so on...

It is reasonable to have dealings with merchants outside the palace.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards were the emperor's close attendants.

The newspaper was personally organized by the new emperor, and with so many connections, it is not impossible to get the content of the next issue of the newspaper.

"Wait, you... are a businessman?" After Xu Miaojin thought about it and didn't find any flaws in Zhu Yunheng's words, she immediately discovered another blind spot.

Zhu Yunhuan nodded calmly and said, "That's right."

Suddenly, the remaining doubt, curiosity, and worry on Xu Miaojin's face disappeared, leaving only a look of frustration. He said absentmindedly, "You are a businessman? How can you be a businessman?"

She didn't want to hear this news at all.

In the Ming Dynasty, there were scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans... this was an insurmountable class gap. If she ran back and told her eldest brother that the person she really valued was from a merchant family... her eldest brother would probably think that she was crazy.

The descendant of the King of Zhongshan, the sister of the Duke of Wei...

If he were to get involved with the son of a merchant, I'm afraid the entire Duke of Wei's Mansion would be laughed at.

"Merchant...what's wrong?" Zhu Yunhuan said indifferently.

"Then why are you still wearing a silk shirt? The late emperor clearly stipulated in the Ming Dynasty law that merchants can only wear coarse linen clothes, not silk and satin." Xu Miaojin complained with some thoughts, just hoping that this was fake.

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows indifferently: "If I don't say it, no one will know."

After a pause, he suddenly realized something and was slightly startled. He had just made up such nonsense that he had forgotten about it for a moment - although businessmen made money in this era, their status was extremely low and they were looked down upon.

After all, he does not completely belong to this era, so such gaps and details are inevitably overlooked.

Xu Miaojin came from the most prominent noble family.

It's understandable that some people might overreact to this.

"Hey, the storyteller on the stands is on stage again." Zhu Yunheng changed the subject without any intention of explaining anything.

Talking about equality to people in this era? That's a joke.

In the stands.

The storyteller picked up the newspaper and continued, "Next, let's read this one, 'The Secrets Marquis Jingchuan Has to Tell'..."

Zhu Yunhuan subconsciously glanced at Jingchuan Marquis Cao Zhen who was in the crowd through the pager. He saw that Cao Zhen straightened his somewhat hunched back, raised his head and chest, with an arrogant look on his face. Someone next to him recognized his identity and said something to him, which made Cao Zhen straighten his body even more.

See this situation.

Zhu Yunhuan also showed a faint smile on his face and nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that the effect of my boiling frog in warm water is quite good. Fame and fortune, who doesn’t want to be famous and profitable?

But at the same time.

Xu Miaojin’s reaction just now did remind Zhu Yunhuan of a problem: the tax problem of the Ming Dynasty!

In ancient times, agricultural taxes were mostly heavy and commercial taxes were light, in order to show the contempt for merchants.

But in reality, businessmen earn the most money and make the most money, and there is the most profitable space among them.

"Although I can mass-produce glass and earn a lot of money, this is not a long-term solution. It can only be used as a means to exchange for start-up capital in the early stages. After all, if there is too much glass on the market, it will lose its value. Moreover, the Huaixi nobles still have influence."

"It was so easy for me to make money recently that I didn't even think about it."

"Ultimately, we must improve the Ming Dynasty's tax system. The correct solution is to allow the entire Ming Dynasty's economic operations and treasury revenue and expenditure to form a self-contained system."

Zhu Yunhuan leaned his elbows on the table and supported his head with the back of his hands, looking casually at the noisy crowd outside. Thoughts flashed through his mind and he was already lost in thought.

Zhu Yunhuan thought Xu Miaojin despised his identity.

But I don’t know.

Xu Miaojin behind him was momentarily frustrated.

She no longer had the energy to say anything more. Zhu Yunxun watched the commotion outside, and when her eyes fell on him, she felt as if her heart was tangled with a tangled ball of twine, unable to be cut or untangled...

The entire box suddenly became extremely quiet.

There was only the sound of storytelling and noise outside, pouring in through the window, making people inexplicably upset.