Zhang Guowei and others, their bodies became lighter, stood up one after another, bowed to Wu Zheng, "I am incompetent and cannot share my worries for the prince, I am ashamed..."

Mo Zhinian followed them, bowed slightly to Wu Zheng, and turned around and went out.

Wu Zheng suddenly felt that something was different, and the more he thought about it, the more he became, the more he was getting worse, and he felt very upset.

"Whose idea is this?" Wu Zheng suddenly asked this question in a daze.

Mo Zhinian was originally trembling, but his hunched back suddenly thrust, and then he quickly rushed out. I went, how could he look like an old man in his seventies? How could he look like a person who was facing absolute circumstances, heartbroken, and just cried?

It turns out that these people were acting in front of them?

People outside are also in a dilemma. If you say you go further, you will pretend that you didn’t hear it, but right at the door, can you pretend that you can’t hear it?

After all, it was the prince’s question. A few people pushed me and I pushed you. After a while, Zhang Huangyan was still thick-skinned. He stretched out his head from the door and replied with a smirk: “It’s the old man’s idea.”

After saying that, he scattered with Zhang Guowei and others.

Wu Zheng suddenly realized that it was right. If no one was behind the scenes and those who rely on their own abilities treated themselves like this, what else could he do?

It turns out that it was the old man who spoke, filial piety is the first priority for all virtues.

Wu Zheng knew that he could not avoid this hurdle and could only face it.

....

Mr. Wu’s courtyard is not big, but it is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The mountains are small hills that are available in the south of the Yangtze River, and the water is a stream, with picturesque scenery.

What is rare is that when the courtyard was built, a piece of bamboo was planted on the left. After a few years, it has become lush and lush.

Behind the bamboo forest is a vegetable field, not big, one acre of land, enough to deal with the vegetables needed for a year, and even a lot, so I give it to the college.

In Wu Zheng's eyes, Mr. Wu is a nobleman, at least a petty bourgeoisie.

When he was in Shaoxing Mansion, Mr. Wu was different from ordinary gentry. He did not value money and always had an attitude of not bringing life or death.

Yes, in the early years, the Wu family, which was one of the best in Shaoxing Prefecture, was left with only one Wu family village, more than a dozen shops and hundreds of acres of land.

But Mr. Wu lives freely. Freedom is not a kind of cultivation, but an attitude towards life.

In other words, Mr. Wu’s freedom is just his freedom, and has nothing to do with Wu Zheng.

Since I remember, Wu Zheng has been beaten a lot, which is rare among the playmates who usually have with Wu Zhengfa’s childhood friend.

For example, Mr. Wu is good at asking for monks, which is a vine soaked with tung oil and deadly.

According to Mr. Wu, jade cannot be made into a weapon without carving. Since ancient times, filial sons have emerged under the stick.

Wu Zheng did not agree with this statement. He never heard that filial sons were beaten up.

But now that Wu Zheng has become the King of Wu, Mr. Wu’s statement has been thoroughly verified. Whenever he meets a former neighbor or a guest who is fighting for the autumn wind, Mr. Wu will rub his beard under his jaw and say proudly, "You have to fight, beat him to death... Look, this is not a promising fight!"

Then there were many followers, which further strengthened Mr. Wu's determination to continue working hard.

"On the 360th day of a year, you will be on the verge of the geeks." Old Dad Wu sat upright under the bamboo forest, beside the small stone table in the open air. His aura was more like a parent who was sitting in the main hall of the government office interrogating the suspect. "It's good to raise a child to prevent old age. If you were sick and discomfort, you wouldn't see you... If it weren't for your sister over the years, your dad would have been gone long ago!"

Wu Zheng knelt down, his waist was straight, not that Wu Zheng's military posture was "upright". In fact, this was also the rule of Mr. Wu.

The father is always in charge, but it is similar to the saying that "if any mistakes are wrong, you must admit them, and if you are beaten, you must stand attentiveness."

Seeing that Wu Zheng's attitude of "confession" was not satisfactory, Mr. Wu's face slowed down.

"All of them are princes. If you don't have any magnanimity, how can you convince people?" Mr. Wu sighed, "Get up and have a drink with your father."

Wu Zheng hurriedly got up, took the wine pot and poured wine for Mr. Wu, and then sat opposite Mr. Wu.

"Dad, you said you didn't have a better meal when you had wine. Why would your son send someone to ask the table to deliver it?" Wu Zheng pointed to a plate of fennel beans and a plate of dried tofu on Xiaoshi's table and said to his father, "We are not worthless."

Dad Wu glanced at Wu Zheng and said, "You Aye left this family business, and I have never lacked money since I was a child."

Wu Zheng was stunned and said with a smirk: "Yes, with Wuzhuang and hundreds of acres of land here, how could my father be short of money?"

Dad Wu took a sip of wine, looked at Wu Zheng, and said, "Your father is not short of money for nothing, but you are a prince of the dynasty, but you lack money for money. Do you know why?"

Wu Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, my son lacks money, but it is not the money he used for his family, but..."

"The family affairs and state affairs in the world are correct," Mr. Wu put down his wine glass and said seriously, "How can the world be wiped out if a room is not swept?"

Wu Zheng was a little depressed, "It's not the same thing..."

Seeing that Wu Zheng was absent-minded, Dad Wu sighed and said, "I heard earlier that you want to exempt the agricultural tax?"

"Yes. My son wants to exempt the agricultural tax. This was decided when the government was opened. By the beginning of spring this year, it will be a limited period."

Dad Wu shook his head and said, "You are wrong."

"Where was my son wrong?"

"Since ancient times, people have farmed and paid food, which is actually the same as eating food when they are in the army." Wu Dad said earnestly, "Everything has its own truth. Do you think transferring agricultural tax to merchants is the care of the people? No, the world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit. The agricultural tax in Jiangnan has been reduced by 70% in recent years. In addition, the abolition of various miscellaneous taxes, the burden on the people is no longer heavy, and it has reached the point of taking 5 out of 100. However, the number of people who farmed has decreased significantly. Everyone rushed to various workshops. The food required by Jiangnan governments must be transferred from Huguang. Even if you exempt the agricultural tax, it may be difficult to save the trend."

Wu Zheng shook his head and said, "My son originally wanted to convert most of the people in Jiangnan into hired workers. My father must have seen that the income of people working is far higher than the farming output. Since that is the case, let it go, build the coastal area into a commercial center, and then transfer the grain production area to the Central Plains and westward, and clustering will be more efficient."

"You are putting your life and life in the hands of others."

"What does Dad mean?"

"Huguang is now in control of King Jin of Yongli."

"But my son and King Jin have formed an alliance."
Chapter completed!