"Xiaolang, it's not that I don't cook, but that I can't eat it even if I cook it." Xiao Liu handed Pei Fan a cup of tea first.

Fan Xian was furious when he heard this!

Good guy!

He can decide whether he can eat or not?

"Who said I can't eat it!"

"I've been busy on the slope for a day and my stomach is almost hungry!"

"You really didn't do anything?" Pei Fanxian looked up at Xiao Liu, unbelievable. Did this kid get kicked in the brain by a donkey today!

In the past, I worked diligently and never slacked off.

"I didn't do it." Xiao Liu lowered his head and said vaguely. As long as he said it, he would be happy and he was relieved!

But he just couldn't open his mouth.

Xiaolang is so pitiful. Xiao Liu can even imagine that when Pei Fan first knows the truth and scolds the world.

wrong!

This kid's expression was not right.

Pei Fan got up first and looked him up and down. Xiao Liu retreated repeatedly, making his expression even more difficult.

"Is it a matter of money?"

This kid knows to count money all day long, and must be just focusing on making money and forgetting the big things about cooking.

Xiao Liu was shocked, Xiao Lang is worthy of being Xiao Lang!

It can be seen through at a glance.

"Xiaolang can see it."

Pei Fan sighed first, and Xiao Liu knew that it was over, and he had to tell the truth this time.

"Xiaolang, this is really not up to me. I originally wanted to cook after I finished the last skewer of money, but I knew that something went wrong with the money."

"What's the problem?" Pei Fanxian's tone suddenly became urgent, and Xiao Liu's anxious sweat came out.

"That money is bad money!"

“Not easy to use!”

What's the matter!

Lao Pei jumped up, and the next moment, he had already rushed into the house!

OH NO!

I have collected a lot of fake money. The fewer people know about such a bad thing, the better. It's too embarrassing!

Xiao Liu gathered all the bad money he could find. When Pei Fanxian saw the bad money all over the ground, he burst out with a three-character scripture!

"What's it!"

"Tell me what's going on!"

He paused his body to check, grabbed it, looked at the workmanship, and weighed the weight again. That's right, it was light and bad!

Bad money is undoubtedly!

God!

Don't be so anxious, okay?

You have to take the difficulties ahead of time, so can’t you let him make money comfortably?

The most difficult level finally passed, Xiao Liu breathed a sigh of relief. He honestly told him about his experience of discovering bad money.

Pei Fanxian finally understood that the profound harm of bad money in the Tang Dynasty!

Modern textbooks are right!

Practice has made true knowledge without such a heart-wrenching feeling. Pei Fanxian may have forgotten the evil money, a major cancer that disrupted the economic order of the Tang Dynasty, to Java Island!

According to later records, it is unquestionable that bad money must be governed if it wants to rectify the chaotic economic order of the Tang Dynasty.

The problem is that controlling bad money is not as simple as promoting manure. After all, promoting manure cultivation does not involve the interests of all parties. It is a row of ministers in the court, and everyone will cheer.

But cracking down on bad money is definitely a systematic project.

Moreover, if something is harmful and bad, but can always be popular, then it must have its own reasons.

To eliminate bad money as a whole, we must fundamentally know why bad money appears and why people are fond of bad money.

You should know that before him, all the Tang monarchs of all dynasties had taken action to control bad money, but the results were very little. The people often held bad money and kept waiting and watching.

When the storm passed, bad money continued to become popular. For many years, the same playbook was still being staged continuously.

Why do people like to use bad money? Of course, it is because it is easy to use. Pei Fanxian needs to conduct in-depth investigations for a while.

Before traveling through time, when Pei Fanxian was reading the ancient scrolls, he considered how to remove the cancer of evil money.

I had some ideas at that time, but I was not mature yet. The key is that the knowledge that appears in the book is very different from the real situation in reality.

Now, Pei Fanxian has become a serious prince's disciple in the East Palace Literature. If you throw this strategy out, it will not just give it a random idea, but it will not be guaranteed.

You must be responsible and effective, otherwise you will take off your official uniform and do whatever you should do.

Given that Li Zhi and Wu Meiniang are now busy with another major event, I am afraid they will not be able to finish it in just a few months.

Pei Fan first decided to put this matter aside first.

"Let it be put first, count all the remaining copper coins, and choose how much bad money you have, so you can't confuse it."

"This task is a bit difficult."

Pei Er approached and said honestly.

"Although we have counted a lot of copper coins and there has been no problem, you know, once it appears, it means that there are basically problems with the copper coins strings behind it."

"Maybe a string of money is only half the official money!"

This kid!

How did he speak!

Is there anyone who hits people like this?

Pei Fanxian felt dizzy in front of him, money!

Dark money!

It’s better to soak in the river!

"It's really only half left?"

Tick ​​tick tick…

Pei Er seemed to be able to hear someone's heart was bleeding, which was extremely tragic.

He comforted his heart with one hand and said helplessly: "I guess some are not half of them."

My God!

It's really unreasonable!

Pei Fanxian was so sad that he pointed at the sky and painted the earth. Unfortunately, neither the Queen Mother nor the Land father could hear his accusation.

Is this the legendary joy leads to sorrow?

Pei Er and Xiao Liu, look at me, look at you, there is nothing we can do.

What to do?

No one can help the loss except for him digesting it himself. Xiao Liu turned around to cook. There was an old hen in the yard. It was originally brought back by Pei Fanxian from Wen Tang. He wanted to keep it for a few more days. Now he should not keep it, so he just killed it.

Of course, chicken legs are never given to you!

Pei Er is a scholar. When facing the grief Pei Fanxian, he immediately wrote a poem. Only beautiful poems can comfort Pei Fanxian's injured little heart.

"Fan Xian, I was born with my talents and I will be useful. I will come back after all my money is gone!"

"We are still young. We suffer a loss this time. Just pay attention next time. Don't be too sad. There are more opportunities to make money in the future!"

Fan Xian squinted his eyes: "Is this your poem?"

Pei Er nodded suddenly: "Yes!"

"how?"

"Amazed?"

"Actually, I am often shocked by my talent. There is no way. You will know when I go to the imperial examination this year and I will definitely win the first place."

Pei Er scratched the back of his head and grinned with a big mouth. Pei Fan only smiled bitterly.

He is...will he be embarrassed to get up?

"Do you know Li Bai?"

"Who is Li Bai?"

"Are the royal family members?"

Pei Er's big eyes blinked around fully demonstrated his ignorance.
Chapter completed!