Zhu Houzhao felt that there was something wrong with these data, but he couldn't say there was much wrong with it.

So he had to have someone make the forms for another two days.

With the data from these three days, and after hearing the news that the imperial court's treasure banknotes had been printed, he could no longer sit still.

He directly killed Yongxibo Mansion again.

As for why he had to face the wall and think about it, he simply thought that his father was farting.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Ce's family did not spend much time due to the autumn weather.

It was just that the family had a meal and added some food for the servants at home.

Su Cai'er also made a lot of snow-skin mooncakes and gave them to various families as a favor.

The young couple were playing in the hall with their children when they saw Zhu Houzhao rushing over.

Su Cai'er was very happy to see him. She held Xiaobao in her arms and said to Zhu Houzhao: "Master Zhu is here."

"Thank you very much for the gift from Mr. Zhu's family earlier."

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand, glanced at Xiao Yuanyuan, and quickly got down to business.

"Uncle Yongxi, I had people prepare the form you mentioned earlier for three days."

"Can you help me analyze it first?"

When Su Cai'er saw that the two of them were on business, she didn't bother them.

He ordered his servants to make some snowskin mooncakes and made Zhu Houzhao his favorite milk tea.

Zhu Houzhao was sipping milk tea while watching Zhao Ce frown and look at the form in his hand.

After reading it, Zhao Ce held the pile of waste paper in his hand speechlessly and said: "Master Zhu, with all due respect, these are just a pile of waste paper."

Zhu Houzhao fully thought that Zhao Ce could help him estimate similar data today.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ce directly said that this pile of paper was just waste paper.

Zhu Houzhao said "Ah?" blankly.

"Can't use it?"

Zhao Ce took out the three-day data of one of the shops and asked someone to take a pen and paper directly and draw a line statistical chart with a three-color pen.

Red, blue, and black dots are connected into three lines.

The data is clear, but the comparison is not obvious.

However, after drawing the statistical graph, everything becomes clear at a glance.

Zhao Ce pointed to the flow of people and said, "Look at this flow of people."

Zhu Houzhao lowered his head and glanced.

The number of visitors was 300 on the first day, but plummeted to only 100 on the second day. On the third day, it rose to 180.

Zhao Ce said: "It rained for most of the first day and didn't stop until the evening. This is when the flow of people should be the least."

"It was sunny the next day, and it rained the third day."

Needless to say about other data, Zhao Ce’s simple picture can already explain everything.

The data in these tables are false!

Zhu Houzhao said angrily: "It's fake!"

"Those people thought I didn't understand, so they randomly filled in some stuff to fool me!"

Angrily, he took a few more copies and started comparing them.

Without exception, most data is false.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes suddenly turned red with anger when he thought that he had been deceived.

He shouted directly: "Liu Jin, take note of all the people sent out in the past few days!"

"If you dare to fool me, I think they don't want to live anymore!"

"Let them wait at home. I will punish them myself when I go back!"

Liu Jin, who was standing next to him, was frightened by his angry tone and whispered quickly: "I will give you the instructions right now."

Zhao Ce watched him hurriedly walk out of the main hall, and for the first time he took some time to look at this eunuch who always followed Mr. Zhu to their house.

Although I had roughly known that he was the future eunuch Liu Jin.

But when I heard the name, I couldn't help but take a look.

Zhu Houzhao came back to his senses and said with some dejection: "This data is wrong, what should we do?"

Zhao Ce consoled him: "There are still a few days left until I get listed. I just have to do it again."

Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "It's too late..."

"Your Majesty said that if there is no other way, it may be necessary to print more Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes to purchase food for disaster relief."

"Or you can distribute the treasure money directly to the people in the disaster area and let them buy food on their own."

Hearing this, Zhao Ce was speechless.

"How can this be done?"

"In this way, inflation will occur immediately in the disaster area."

"Once these treasures are flowed out, inflation will spread to the entire Ming Dynasty!"

"inflation?"

When Zhu Houzhao heard this new vocabulary, his curiosity suddenly came again.

“What does inflation mean?”

"Uncle Yongxi, you don't know something. Your Majesty, he has been discussing this matter with the cabinet and the Minister of Household Affairs for a long time."

"They all feel that this method has never been used before, but they can't tell what specific problems this method will cause."

"Is it possible that you can tell?"

Zhao Ce nodded: "This method will never work."

"Even if it can solve a temporary emergency, the consequences will, at least, destabilize the country, and at worst..."

The consequences of inflation are not just talk.

The current economy of the Ming Dynasty is relatively stable, and although the treasure banknotes have depreciated a lot from the beginning, they can still be circulated in the market.

It’s just that many people are reluctant to use it.

After Zhao Ce finished speaking, Zhu Houzhao's hand holding the milk tea couldn't help but tremble.

He took a deep sip of the milk tea and swallowed it with a slurp.

Putting down the cup in his hand with a "bang", Zhu Houzhao said in disbelief: "The consequences are so serious?"

Zhao Ce affirmed: "It's very serious!"

"Master Zhu, does he know why people don't like to use treasure money these days?"

Facing Zhao Ce's rhetorical question, Zhu Houzhao thought hard for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Zhao Ce then said: "There are many things in this that you may not understand if I tell you."

"Let me give you a simple example."

Zhu Houzhao quickly acted like he was all ears.

Zhao Ce pointed to the milk tea that Zhu Houzhao had just put down and said, "The milk tea in your hand is worth fifty cents."

"If we sell 20 cups of milk tea a day, we can get a thousand cash."

"In this way, we have a thousand coins of real money."

"At this time, we took the thousand cents into the warehouse and printed one thousand cents in treasure notes, so that our milk tea can still be sold for fifty cents a cup."

Zhu Houzhao was confused when he heard this.

"Well, what happens next?"

Zhao Ce glanced at him and continued: "Then, if I only have 1,000 yuan in hand, but I print out 10,000 yuan of treasure banknotes."

"But I still only sell 20 cups of milk tea a day, so how much do you think our milk tea will sell for now?"

Zhu Houzhao did the math and asked tentatively: "Five hundred coppers a cup?"

Zhao Ce nodded and continued: "If I don't have any treasure money in my hand, should I use copper coins to buy this cup of milk tea?"

Zhu Houzhao's eyes widened and he exclaimed.

"no!"

"I earn fifty cents a cup from selling milk tea, but it costs five hundred cents to buy a cup."

"How does this work?"

Zhao Ce listened to his answer and knew that he understood his explanation.

"Yes, so the value of the thousand coins in my hand will start to shrink when you print ten thousand coins."

"Not only will the property in my hands shrink, but the property in the hands of all Ming people will also shrink."

"In this case, what do you think will be the final consequences of the Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes?"

Gulu!
Chapter completed!