klisemfg Chapter 177 Is Shen Zhiyi short of money?
Chapter 177 Is Shen Zhiyi short of money?
The Vice Minister of Justice touched his swollen forehead, seemingly oblivious to the pain, and then turned his gaze to the Minister of Rites.
Minister of Rites: ...
He spoke silently.
The Vice Minister of Justice understood.
The old guy was cursing, "Go to hell!"
Look, look! Even the Minister of Rites, who always adheres to etiquette, is swearing.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the head of the Imperial Clan Court was in charge.
He suddenly slapped his thigh.
"I figured it out."
The crowd, who were engaged in a lively fight, stopped.
Among this group, the most distinguished person is the Director of the Imperial Clan Court. He is capable and is also the grand-nephew of the old emperor. If he were to join, the others would have no choice but to give way.
"I've figured it out. I love my wife, and I love my wife now."
Everyone: You were pondering for so long just thinking about which one you love?
The official in charge of the Imperial Clan Court slapped his hands hard, then grabbed the person next to him and said, "Tell His Majesty that I have something to attend to and I'm leaving now."
With that, the person ran away.
After enjoying the spectacle, the old emperor, not wanting to linger at Huguo Temple, returned to the palace with the empress.
The old emperor's carriage was extremely luxurious, smooth, and spacious.
But the spaciousness inside had nothing to do with the three of them, because they were sitting next to the coachman.
[The environment is so good here, untouched by industrial pollution! Haha, it suddenly reminded me of the saying that burning wheat straw pollutes the environment. Agricultural societies burned it for thousands of years without any problems, but in industrial societies, burning wheat straw is considered environmental pollution. Just kidding.]
Hmm, the old emperor's battles are progressing smoothly; we should receive good news soon.
The old emperor inside the carriage was so happy that he drank a few more cups of wine.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at it and then quickly looked away.
That place looks nice.
where?
Many people followed Shen Zhiyi's direction and saw the stalls set up at the entrance of the East Market.
No, why is Shen Zhiyi looking at this?
[I sent a considerable amount of my salary home. My adoptive parents and older brother are kind people; it felt like seeing my own parents again, so I gave them some this time. However, communication was really slow in ancient times; I haven't received a reply from them yet.]
Shen Zhiyi felt a little itchy.
[I wish I hadn't sent it; it smells so good to hold it myself.]
After feeling depressed for a while, Shen Zhiyi turned to Zhang Sheren and lowered her voice, saying, "Zhang Sheren, I have a question I would like to ask you."
“Shen Lang, just speak freely. I will tell you everything I know without reservation.”
"It's nothing complicated, I just want to know what kind of procedures are needed to set up this stall?"
[You should need the necessary paperwork, right? If you don't provide it, you'll get chased by the city management officers.]
Zhang Sheren asked in surprise, "Shen Lang, you want to set up a stall? If you're short of money, I can lend you some temporarily."
"Oh, I don't lack money, but people never think they have too much money."
Zhang Sheren was stunned.
Shen Zhiyi complains every day that she doesn't even get enough sleep, and now she has to set up a stall?!
They're definitely short of money; it's certainly not as easy as Shen Zhiyi makes it out to be.
Not only did Zhang Sheren think Shen Zhiyi was short of money, but all the officials in the court thought so.
The old emperor inside the carriage reflected on himself.
Is the salary he offered Shen Zhiyi really that low?
The poverty was so severe that the other party had to resort to setting up a street stall to supplement their household income.
"Zhang Sheren, just tell me what I need to get done."
"Setting up a street stall is not complicated, but opening a shop is more complicated. You have to go to the city government to apply for a license."
Oh, the business license.
"If it's a restaurant, you also need to go to the Equalization Department to confirm its hygiene."
Oh, a health certificate.
“Setting up a stall would block the road, and the city government and the Peace and Standards Administration might impose a fine.”
[Zhang Sheren is rambling on and on. I just guessed this, so I wanted to know what I needed to do to avoid paying the fine.]
Zhang Sheren: ...
He was taking this opportunity to give Shen Zhiyi a proper lesson.
"Actually, you can do whatever you want. There won't be any fees or fines."
"Huh? It's free."
Zhang Sheren nodded and said, "Yes, it was a suggestion made by the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, uh, who is now the Minister of Personnel, to set up stalls for free and only charge a cleaning fee."
Not long after this policy was implemented, the prosperity of market trade appeared before the old emperor at a visible speed.
[The old emperor clearly disliked merchants, so why did he agree to this one? Tsk tsk tsk, the old emperor is truly a complex creature.]
The old emperor let out a stale breath.
He disliked wealthy merchants, but he wasn't grateful to ordinary people who set up stalls and earned a little money.
Furthermore, a prosperous market economy is always beneficial to the national treasury.
But he disliked wealthy merchants.
The richer they are, the more annoying they are.
Shen Zhiyi nodded, and after some thought, the matter of setting up a stall kept swirling in her mind.
With her innermost thoughts revealed, news of Shen Zhiyi's financial difficulties spread like wildfire, and officials throughout the capital knew that Shen Zhiyi was broke.
Even after finishing her shift late at night, Shen Zhiyi was not alone.
"Shen Lang, slow down, slow down."
The Minister of Revenue walked towards Shen Zhiyi.
"Minister of Revenue, you need to see me."
"Something great news, really great news!"
The Minister of Revenue, with his arms crossed, said, "After Lord Wang resigned and returned to his hometown, his wife also wanted to go back to her hometown. However, the Wang family has many properties in the capital, so Lord Wang asked me to help him find someone to patronize the business of several shops."
"It's not troublesome. Just check the accounts every month. It's very easy, but you can get a lot of money. Isn't that a great thing?"
After enjoying himself for a while, the Minister of Revenue saw Shen Zhiyi nod in agreement.
He said excitedly, "Oh dear, I've been racking my brains and finally thought of you, Shen Lang. If you're willing, I'll go and talk to Minister Wang about this right now."
"Hey wait."
Shen Zhiyi grabbed the Minister of Revenue's arm, but quickly pulled it away.
"This kind of thing can't be taken lightly. I suggest that you find someone you know well."
[Damn it, are they treating me like a scapegoat? The accounts of those shops have problems, and they want me to be the store manager? That's just making me a scapegoat.]
Minister of Revenue: ? ? ?
Sigh, there really is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
The Minister of Revenue was furious that he had been tricked by Prime Minister Wang.
"Shen Lang, please wait a moment. I'll go verify this and then come back to you."
The scene changes.
The Minister of Revenue appeared at Prime Minister Wang's residence.
“My dear husband, there’s something wrong with those shops you gave me.”
Even though spring had arrived, Wang Xiangong was still wearing a padded jacket.
He looked at the imposing Minister of Revenue with surprise and subconsciously said, "How is that possible? My wife and I specially picked out several profitable shops. That child Shen Zhiyi can just lie down and collect money."