East Chang'an Street.

In the antique medicine shop, a white-haired doctor was taking the pulse of a young man in his twenties, with a focused and serious expression.

The young man's face was a little pale, and he looked like he was seriously ill. He looked at the old doctor who had decades of experience in practicing medicine and leaned closer and said, "My physical signs should be no problem, mainly mental. First, you need to see if my eyes are distracted and inconspicuous. Second, you need to observe whether my words and deeds are logical so that there is a basis for judgment. Third, you need to ask me questions and judge whether I have hallucinations, delusions, schizophrenia..."

Behind the young man was a 15 or 16-year-old man in green. He listened to Zhou Zheng's words, his face turned pale and he secretly cried, "It's over, it's over, the young master's madness is offended again..."

The old doctor's serious expression became a little ugly. He turned his head to look at Zhou Zheng, retracted his hand, and said lightly: "Twenty-Wen."

Zhou Zheng looked excited, quickly took out the money, and asked, "Doctor, have you seen it?"

The old doctor took the copper coins, waved his hand, and said, "I have no time to pay attention to it when I go to play somewhere else."

Zhou Zheng looked at the old doctor who had turned around to grab the medicine, took out a piece of paper without giving up, and said, "Doctor, this is a schizophrenia test form, with questions and answers on it. You just need to ask me questions in normal order."

The servant Qingyi twitched his lips. Looking at the serious expression of his second young master, he felt pitiful no matter how he looked, and couldn't help crying.

The old doctor took care of himself and grabbed medicine in the medicine box, saying, "Your young master is weak and there is no other problem. You can get pregnant when you go back."

The servant in green laughed with him, how dare he speak?

Zhou Zheng's expression was very excited. This is the twelfth one, enough!

He stood up suddenly, took out a handful of silver from his arms and slapped it on the table, and shouted: "Thank you, Doctor!"

Zhou Zheng has already judged from the process of "seeking a doctor" that he was not hallucinating, delusion, nor was he schizophrenia. He really came to the Ming Dynasty!

"Hahahaha, I, Mr. Zhou, are here in the Ming Dynasty!" Zhou Zheng roared to the sky and left the medicine shop with a long smile.

Suddenly, a crowd of onlookers came, with strange eyes, stopped to watch, and looked at the idiot.

The servant in Qingyi was shocked and grabbed the silver from the medicine shop, chased Zhou Zheng and shouted anxiously: "Second Young Master, Second Master, Go home quickly. The master will go home early today, so you can't stay outside for too long..."

A group of apprentices from the pharmacy looked at each other, approached the old doctor, and said, "Master, this person is the second young master of Master Zhou, right?"

The old doctor ignored it and sorted out the medicine box on his own.

Another apprentice said unwillingly: "Master, is he really crazy? What he said is strange, incoherent, inexplicable, crazy..."

The old doctor walked to the counter and said lightly: "Do your business."

The apprentices looked shaking and started to rush.

But both of them were confirmed, that was the second young master of Master Zhou, who was really crazy!

It's a pity that I was crazy when I first passed the imperial examination!

September 21, autumn examination, the fourth day after the announcement.

There was a joke circulating in the capital. Zhou Zheng, the second son of Zhou Qingli, of the engineering department, passed the exam on the day he was overjoyed and went crazy.

On the second day after being forced to faint, Zhou Zheng lingered in major pharmacies in Beijing for three consecutive days, and asked doctors for treatment, saying incredible words and doing strange and inexplicable things with a piece of paper.

Zhou Zheng was extremely happy to be sure that he had come to the Ming Dynasty. Later generations were an orphan, and he had no worries about coming and going. This Ming Dynasty was the dynasty he yearned for. Looking at the ancient buildings around him and the ancients wearing blue shirts, he looked surprised and excited, and his big eyes were wide open, staring at everyone everywhere.

Even if passers-by see him like a fool, Zhou Zheng didn't care. He waved his steps and felt light and fluttering.

"This tank is good, it will definitely be very valuable in the future. Should you bury dozens of them first..."

"The quality of this clothes is poor, and I can't hold it for so long. Well, the girl's figure is also a bit bad..."

"By the way, this row of houses must be very valuable. Should I buy a street..."

The servant in Qingyi followed Zhou Zheng, listening to his "crazy words" silently chanting "crazy and crazy" and following closely, fearing that he would do something out of order.

Zhou Zheng seemed to have not realized the attention of the whole way. After walking for a while, he smashed his mouth and looked at a archway in front of him with unfulfilled intentions, which were shining with golden light on it, very delicate.

Yes, it's very valuable!

When the servant Qingyi saw it, he suddenly remembered the first time Zhou Zheng woke up and climbed onto the roof after yelling, shouting, "I must be dreaming," and jumped down. He was shocked and hurriedly hugged Zhou Zheng and said anxiously: "Second Master, let's go home quickly, the master is coming back soon. This archway cannot be raised..."

Zhou Zheng broke away from him and said with a smile, "Why up the archway, go and have tea!"

The servant in Qingyi then breathed a sigh of relief and followed Zhou Zheng with all his steps.

Zhou Zheng went up to the second floor and sat down at the table facing the street, looking around with curiosity.

Seats from hundreds of years ago, people from hundreds of years ago, tea from hundreds of years ago...

Zhou Zheng was very interested in every single thing, staring at him with a greedy look.

There were four young people of the same age as Zhou Zheng on the table next door. They were talking loudly and slapped the table from time to time. They looked in unexplained and their saliva was splashed.

Zhou Zheng tilted his ears calmly, curious about what they were talking about.

"Now that Liaodong is in ruins and turmoil is in turmoil. Lord Zhong submitted a memorial to add a quota, and two million yuan of salt and other miscellaneous silver. It was rejected by the eunuch party. It was really angering!"

"Now the national treasury is empty and the world is in chaos. The eunuch party does not want to plan for the country, and does all the acts of "stolen dogs and thieves" and harming the country and the people. It's hateful!"

"Who are the people of the eunuchs? They are all despicable and evil people who are humble and unconventional for power, wishing they could take a three-foot sword and kill them!"

Zhou Zheng listened and couldn't help but walk over and said, "It's not wrong. How can we always increase taxes for ordinary people? Why don't we increase the commercial tax? There are so many merchants in the Ming Dynasty, and you will get rich by adding a little treasury?"

The four people on the table stopped talking, turned to look at Zhou Zheng, and frowned.

Zhou Zheng looked at their expressions and thought they didn't understand. He explained, "Take the salt tax as an example, there were still 10 million in Wanli in the tenth year, but now there are only less than one million left, and they have been embezzled by those merchants. Shouldn't it be added?"

One of the young men looked at Zhou Zheng and looked unhappy, saying, "Businessmen buy low and sell high, but do not do production but seek huge profits. If the court increases taxes, they will inevitably increase the price. The people are already in trouble. How can you let the people live?"

Zhou Zheng was stunned. This was really reasonable. He couldn't take the words.

It seemed that when Zhou Zheng was asked, another man said dissatisfied: "More than that, merchants are now powerful, and salt merchants in Yangzhou have obtained the qualification to enter the officialdom. How can scholars collect taxes?"

The implication of this sentence is that salt merchants are already scholars and cannot collect taxes. Those who can collect taxes are only ordinary people who are nothing!

Zhou Zheng was immediately angry when he heard these fallacies and said, "It's all my people in the Ming Dynasty. Why do those poor people need to pay taxes? Now the country is in crisis, why can't scholars work? The country has raised a group of lees that can only suck blood for three hundred years!?"

"What did you say!"

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