The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 1163

[Chapter 1163: Doesn’t everyone stop working?]

“.”

Zhang Maoshi stood there, not knowing what to say for a moment.

In the end, I obediently added twenty cents.

Seventy coins from the palace to the stock exchange, naturally it is nothing to a Gonggun prince like him.

But when it comes to other people, that may not be the case.

Especially those ordinary people.

Zhang Maoshi thought so, raised his eyes and looked around, but the expression on his face was a little dazed.

Because he actually saw similar rickshaws everywhere on the street.

Even many people sitting on rickshaws are not wearing very luxurious clothes. In the final analysis, they can only be described as ordinary.

In this case, where did they get the money to ride in this rickshaw?

Zhang Maoshi couldn’t help but asked, “Is your business so good?”

The coachman didn’t look back and replied, “It’s about the same. It’s not a good time today.”

“This isn’t a good thing?” Zhang Maoshi said in surprise.

The coachman said: “Actually, there is nothing good or bad in the final analysis. There will always be business anyway, but this strength can’t keep up, so what’s the use? It’s just that I had some pain in my shoulder some time ago, and I rested for a few days. In the past few days, If you can’t keep up, business will naturally be bad. “

“This” Zhang Maoshi looked very surprised when he heard this.

He couldn’t understand.

As the Minister of Household Affairs, he is not a person who does not eat minced meat. He still knows that there are so many poor people in the world and what the lives of these poor people are like.

Nowadays, it may be better than before, but it is not yet to the point where you don’t need to walk when you go out, but have to be pulled by a rickshaw.

What’s more, there are still horse-drawn carriages plying on this street now, and they take fixed routes, which is much cheaper.

Finally, he couldn’t help but ask: “Where do these people get their money?” When

the coachman heard this, he smiled and said again: “It seems that the old gentleman has not been interested in world affairs for a long time.”

“What do you mean by this? Tell me?” Zhang Maoshi asked.

“In Kyoto Prefecture, as long as you buy dividends on the exchange, there is no need for silver.” The coachman took a breath and continued: “Let me tell you, these people may only have one or two taels of silver at home. The dividends from the exchange have increased to five or six taels.

Every once in a while, they will be given money. Naturally, they don’t feel bad about it. “

“This” Zhang Maoshi looked surprised for a moment. It’s incomprehensible.

“Also, the prices of all these things have dropped now. Who can’t afford the cloth for a penny of silver?”

“According to what you said, doesn’t it mean that everyone doesn’t have to work anymore and can just stay at home ?

Just wait for the money to come,” Zhang Maoshi said.

The coachman said: “Don’t tell me, there are quite a few like them now. They are usually local people from Kyoto Prefecture. Those of us who come from other places don’t have any local knowledge. How can we be like them? It’s okay. There is a rickshaw that can pull it, otherwise you will have to drink the northwest wind.”

“.”

Zhang Maoshi frowned tightly when he heard this.

He has realized the seriousness of the problem.

For some people, they can get dividends even if they don’t work, while some people fight tooth and nail to get a job.

Why is this?

It is because of the dividends in the exchange and because of the advent of all kinds of machines that there is no need for so many workers, and everything produced is enough.

This creates a delicate balance.

However, what if one day this balance is broken?

If the amount of dividends drops and these people have no money, what should they do?

Do I have to go to work?

However, because of the machines, there is no need for so many workers in the workshop.

Don’t these people have no money and nothing?

As time goes by, you may not even be able to afford a penny of cloth.

And when there are more people like this, the things produced in the workshops will pile up if they cannot be sold, and they can only continue to reduce the scale, leaving more people without a job.

In this way, a balance is formed.

But this kind of balance, compared with the previous balance, is one of heaven and one of earth.

At this moment, Zhang Maoshi finally had a personal experience of what his son meant by what he said before.

What were the things he was worried about before?

He took a deep breath and felt a chill all over his body.

This balance is still maintained today, and no one knows when the balance will be broken. When it is broken, it will be a disaster for the court, the great Chu, and the people!

This disaster is different from the past. It is not like the disaster of war, but it is more terrible than the disaster of war!

“Old sir, we’ve arrived at the exchange. The total is seventy cents.”

The driver stopped the rickshaw.

Zhang Maoshi came back from his state of thinking and raised his eyes to look in front of him.

In front of you is a tall building that looks antique and must be extraordinary.

At the top of the building is a plaque with three characters written in flying colors – Exchange.

The three characters “Exchange” were inscribed by An Guo Gong Fang Xiu.

Zhang Maoshi had to admit that his handwriting was quite good.

He took out seventy cents from the bag, handed it to the coachman, and said, “Wait here for a while. I’ll come back to you later.”

But the coachman shook his head and said, “Old sir, you are wasting your time .”

You want me to do business. Look up and see that there are customers and coachmen everywhere. Why do you have to wait for me?”

Before he could finish his words, he saw a man walking out of the exchange and said: “To the north of the city, we have one hundred and fifty coins. Can we go?”

“Let’s go!”

the coachman said in such a hurry that he could not take care of Zhang Maoshi.

Zhang Maoshi stood there, looking at this scene, still a little dazed.

For a moment, he even felt that the Kyoto Prefecture in front of him was no longer the Kyoto Prefecture he was familiar with.

Everything was still the same as before, but it seemed different. What exactly had changed, he himself couldn’t explain clearly.

After sighing, he still stepped into the exchange.

As soon as he entered the door of the exchange, he was stunned.

The exchange can be described as a sea of people, people are everywhere, people are bumping into each other, and people are crowded.

The noisy sound also resounded throughout the building, making people feel dizzy.

A rough estimate shows that this place is almost as big as several Fengtian Halls.

There were actually more people than the civil and military officials attending the early dynasty.

Zhang Maoshi was shocked by

this .

This was the first time he was so shocked.

I had heard of exchanges before, but I had no idea that the scale of exchanges had reached such an extent.

In fact,

he frowned and felt even colder in his heart.

No wonder it had such a big impact on Kyoto Prefecture, it turned out to be such a large scale.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm down his emotions, and walked into the exchange.

After taking a few steps, I heard a familiar voice.

“Dad!”

(End of chapter)