Songjiang Prefecture, Tuisi Garden.

After a month of upcoming, Mr. Xu finally returned the sun again.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and sat on the recliner, with a string of Bodhi beads turning in his hands. He was wearing a thick blanket on his knees. On the blanket was a Linqing lion cat with snow-white hair, yellow and blue mandarin duck eyes.

This cat looks very similar to a Persian cat, but does not have the short face and rolling nose of a Persian cat. It is a pet cat born in the Ming Dynasty. People say that a lion cat with strange colored mandarin duck eyes can ward off evil spirits and bring good luck to the family.

Mr. Xu has never raised a cat in his life, and now he has tried everything to make his fortune.

It is said that he had also eaten boiled eggs in boy's urine...

Xu Fan sat aside, holding the book "On the Desire of Rich and Noble People" in his hand, and slowly recited Hai Zhongcheng's opening work for his father.

"If things are in harmony, the stability of a gentleman is nourished by simple things... Is there anyone who does not want to be rich or noble? Is there anyone who hates poverty or lowly?"

Xu Jie listened quietly, and after he finished reading, he asked silently for a long time: "What do you think?"

Xu Fan said incrediblely: "This is not like an article that Hai Rui can write. He should talk about a gentleman not relying on things, and wealth and honor are like clouds."

"Then you underestimate Hai Gangfeng too much." Xu Jie said lightly: "You just read his speech at Suzhou Prefecture School. The eight words he gave to the students are the answer."

"Cultivate yourself internally, and serve the people externally?" Xu Fan was stunned.

"Yes, he distinguished his requirements from those of the people in Jiangnan." Xu Jie's well-maintained hand gently brushed the back of a satin-like cat, and said with concern: "Who said that Haigang Peak is not connected to change? He is a real person who doesn't show his appearance."

"I didn't expect that Hai Rui, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was also full of colorful things." Xu Fan said depressedly: "A lot of people are probably scared by him now."

"No," Xu Jie nodded slightly and said, "But this is a good thing, at least it means he won't mess around."

After a pause, Mr. Xu said again: "Don't rush to let Xu Wu move. You just stolen a governor, so you can't stolen another one. Let's talk about the court, we ourselves will have opinions."

"Yes." Xu Fan nodded, and saw that his father was in good condition, he whispered to report: "By the way, my father, Zhong Zhenji came yesterday."

"What are he here to do?" Xu Jie sneered: "I'm afraid there's no good."

"He said that the Governor's Office required that Songjiang must complete the clearance of a mu before the New Year." Xu Fan said in a deep voice.

"This is normal, that's his ex's wish." Xu Jie said with his eyelids drooping: "We can cooperate. If you are clear, you will be clear. Don't tell me that it's been a few months now, and you haven't wiped your butt yet?"

"It's all done." Xu Fan hurriedly replied: "According to my father's instructions, most of our land has been forwarded to the names of our family and slaves below. Only 20,000 acres were left for Hai Rui to show his might."

"Hiss..." Xu Jie twitched when he heard this, 20,000 acres of land, hundreds of thousands of taels of silver were small! Isn't this a life-threatening person?

"Prodigal son! If you hadn't caused such a big disaster, would my Xu family have to produce so much blood?" Mr. Xu, who was distressed, subconsciously pinched the cat.

The lion cat ran away from him with a roar.

"Yes, it's all the sons' fault." Xu Fan hurriedly lowered his head. He really couldn't understand. My father was 66 years old, so why did he value his family property so seriously?

"Forget it, let's talk about this level first." Master Xu sighed long and said, "I hope that Hai Gangfeng's knife will fall as soon as possible to be peaceful."

"Yes." Xu Fan nodded and guessed: "With Hai Rui's eagerness, it shouldn't be too long."

"Then wait." Xu Jie closed his eyes again and stopped talking.

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Mr. Zhao heard the laughter from Kunshan Hospital and the special care unit.

Jiang Xueying sat by the bed, looking at Zhao Hao who was about to laugh.

Mr. Zhao also had the book "On the Desire of Wealth and the Desires of Noble People" on his quilt. But the difference is that he read the last Li Zhi article.

"Hahaha, I thought that having Qiu Wenzhuang in the Ming Dynasty would be great enough, but I didn't expect that there would be an invisible hand here." Zhao Hao smiled and said with a smile: "What a Li Zhuowu, this is doing all the work of Voltaire and Adam Smith!"

"Fortai? Duck eggs are like honey?" Jiang Xueying's face was full of confusion. "Is it a Thai?"

"Yes, right?" Zhao Hao smiled and shook his head. He was a Thai man a hundred or two years later. "I think their views are somewhat similar. This Li Zhuowu is really a treasure old boy."

"My sister also thinks that Mr. Li's article is very good." Jiang Xueying couldn't understand Zhao Hao's new words, but it did not prevent her from expressing her admiration for Li Zhi.

This is normal. If you want to ask who is the most popular among women in the Ming Dynasty, it must not be Zhao Hao, it must be Li Zhi!

Who is the girl who doesn’t like Li Zhi? He is the first person to advocate gender equality and encourage girls to leave the house.

Zhao Hao understood this very well, but he couldn't help but said a little jealous: "After all, he is a female friend, 'Li Zhuowu'."

"What's the matter with brother?" Seeing this, Jiang Xueying quickly waved his hand and explained: "I just said this article, but I didn't say I like him." After a pause, he added: "The chairman and several seniors of the group also highly praised his article."

"That's natural." Zhao Hao was still not surprised.

What kind of soil will produce what kind of ideas? The highly developed industry and commerce in Jiangnan has profoundly changed the traditional social form and will naturally give birth to ideas that match it.

Li Zhi's classical liberal proposition will undoubtedly be welcomed by the scholars and officials in Jiangnan. A small government that does not compete with the people for profit and does not meddle in other people's business, and is the favorite of the powerful family...

But unfortunately, this road is probably not suitable for the Ming Dynasty.

In another time and space, after Zhang Juzheng died, the Ming Dynasty ran towards the small government intentionally or unintentionally. In the court at the end of Wanli, there was only one chief minister left in the cabinet; the six ministers and ministers of the six ministers were totaled, and there were only four ministers. Among them, there were no ministers of the Ministry of Rites, and only one minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and they had to also serve as the Ministry of Works...

With such a master, the Kedao would be even worse. There were only four of the six department officials with 58 staff. There were only five of the 110 thirteen censors left, and there were also only five of the left Censors, the Left Deputy Censor, and the Left Assistant Censor were all short of staff.

Want to rely on four ministers to supervise the central government and five censors to inspect the whole country? Not to mention the small government, it is just anarchy...

Absolute liberalism is simply free to heaven.

What's the result? Twenty years ago, we were able to win three large-scale battles in the southwest, northwest and northeast at the same time. The Ming Dynasty, which had just been tempered by the Warring States Period, was defeated in Sarhu and lost to the inconspicuous female Zhi...

Although all the faults cannot be attributed to the liberal small government, the loss of combat power in the Ming Dynasty and the overwhelming advantage of population, technology and wealth cannot be converted into strength on the battlefield are caused by the government's years of loss of control over the local area...especially Jiangnan.

Since Yongle, the Ming Dynasty had to deliver 4 million stones of grain to the capital every year, but in Chongzhen, only one million stones were sent... Everyone was free, and no one was willing to fulfill their obligations to the country. How could such a country not perish?
Chapter completed!