As soon as Zhang Mingwei saw it, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Hearing the question, Zhu Mei pointed to the front and said, "Look, this is in line!"

Zhang Mingwei looked up and saw that there was a long queue of people waiting to pay.

Of course, those who are queuing in line are servants, either maids or servants. They will queue up in person unless there are no maids or servants.

So, Zhang Mingwei smiled and said, "If you don't want to wait, then you can let them line up!"

He never thought about jumping in line or something. If he showed his identity, he would be fine without paying.

But, what kind of person is Zhang Mingwei?

After hearing this, Zhu Moe shook her head and said, "I found that I would bargain by myself and pay by myself, and I would think it would be better to be more frugal!"

"..." Zhang Mingwei was speechless when he heard this.

Well, this is your fun, you have the final say!

Zhu Ma looked at Zhang Mingwei. She was a little frowning just now, and a smile appeared on her face. The dimples ran out again. It was obviously because Zhang Mingwei was accompanying her and she was happy. She no longer disliked the long queue and went to queue happily.

Of course, Zhang Mingwei would not say anything about Zhu Mai. Follow Zhu Mai and wait, but there is no hurry anyway.

When he was about to talk to Zhu Ma, he suddenly heard a quarrel from the shopkeeper, and then he heard the sound and looked at it.

If you say quarrel, it is not. He is a servant, to be precise, a servant, a manager, and the voice is relatively loud. He is shouting at the shopkeeper: "My copper coins are not copper coins, why should I collect too much?"

"This guest official, you are Tianqi Tongbao, and you are not the kind of people from the Ministry of Revenue in the court. The copper is obviously insufficient." The shopkeeper explained politely, "Is it okay to understand if you are a small business in the store?"

The coins of the Ming Dynasty are mainly copper coins in daily life, and silver is the one with a relatively large amount. As for gold, it is actually not circulated on ordinary markets.

Like those who always move in later film and television dramas, they will shout when they enter the store: "My man, come two pounds of beef and a pot of wine."

Then, with a "bang", a piece of silver or even gold was smashed, which was nonsense and impossible.

Let’s not talk about beef, it was impossible for ordinary stores in ancient times to have them at all, because cattle are protected animals. Those who dare to slaughter cattle privately will have to go to jail.

Just talk about silver. A piece of silver can buy a lot of things. No matter how small it is, it is silver. It is an ordinary transaction, a meal, or something. As long as you don’t go to a high-end food shop, you can’t pay with silver.

China has always had little copper, so the so-called copper coins are not all copper, but a mixture of copper and tin. Generally speaking, the copper-tin ratio of copper coins printed by the imperial court is stipulated.

However, when the imperial court had no money or when local tyrants secretly printed money, they often tampered with copper coins. Reduce the proportion of copper and increase the proportion of cheap tin, so that more copper coins can be printed.

However, this will lead to different colors of copper coins.

The shopkeeper mentioned that there are more than fifty versions of the Tianqi Tongbao. In addition, many local tyrants also secretly printed copper coins, so there were more versions. Therefore, there are the most tricks in the Tianqi Tongbao.

Now, at the counter, there is a dispute because of different views on the quality of the Apocalypse Tongbao or the value of the Apocalypse Tongbao.

This situation is actually clear at a glance. It is obvious that the store does not want to suffer losses, so it does not charge that person's copper coins unless it is given more.

Everyone is commonplace in this kind of thing and does not accept it.

However, Zhang Mingwei came from later generations. After seeing this situation and understanding the reason, he immediately remembered something.

Before long, there was another dispute before.

He should be a rich customer, and this time he paid a cent of silver. The two sides argued not only the quality of the silver, but also the question of whether the silver scale weighing the silver was balanced.

There is a problem with copper coins, and there may be a problem with silver. You have to weigh the weight, estimate the quality, etc. No wonder the payment and checkout are so slow.

If there are few customers and few transactions, this kind of thing will probably not have much impact. However, once the business is prosperous, there will probably be a lot of bad things in this regard.

Such things will definitely affect economic development if they accumulate little or no more.

When Zhang Mingwei thought of this, he put the matter of currency reform in his heart.

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While Duke Xingguo accompanied Princess Kunxing to go shopping and relax, there was a person far away in Quanzhou, a place in southern Fujian. This person was Zheng Zhilong, the pirate king of the late Ming Dynasty.

Although he was decorating his illness at home at this time, he also understood that it was not a solution to hold on like this. The court would not forget him just because he dragged on like this. There must be an explanation for the matter.

If Xiong Wencan was the governor of Fujian, as long as he paid the money and made some arrangements, he would really be able to stop the matter from being forgotten.

But now, Duke Xingguo has sent a letter to him. Zheng Zhilong is not so naive that he can still use the same old method to deal with it!

However, he was unwilling to accept it if he asked him to hand over the Fujian Navy obediently and go to the capital.

The sea that has finally been built is really enjoyable, but it is gone?

Anyway, he was angry.

In the study, a pair of calligraphy and paintings with flying dragons and phoenixes were hanging in the middle, and Zheng Zhilong just looked at the calligraphy and painting without moving.

There is only one word on this calligraphy and painting: Tolerance!

For a long time, whenever Zheng Zhilong encountered a big event, he would look at this word, suppress his impulse, and endure it. He would not act decisively until he was confident in doing things.

This is why he stood out from the many pirates and finally achieved everything in front of him.

This time, he was looking at the word "tolerance". However, he found that his mood did not slowly calm down as before, but instead became inexplicably irritable.

After a long time, Zheng Zhilong suddenly sighed.

He actually figured it out himself.

In the past, he had to deal with a certain pirate. As long as he endured it, he would finally find a way. But now it is the court! And it is not the chaotic court. For a moment, he felt a sense of powerlessness facing Mount Tai.

While Zheng Zhilong was thinking, suddenly, a noise came from outside, which made him frown.

I was already unhappy and was so blind outside, and I was still making noise. I forgot the rules in the mansion?

But before he could even get angry, he heard the noises, all with surprises.

"Is there a good thing?" Zheng Zhilong was a little surprised when he heard this.

So he stood up and prepared to check the situation. As a result, as soon as he opened the door of the study, he saw a man rushing into the yard in a hurry.

He is wearing military uniform, very eye-catching!

Zheng Zhilong looked closely and saw that was his son Zheng Fusong!

"Dad, you are really pretending to be sick!" Zheng Fusong also saw Zheng Zhilong and immediately said loudly.

"..." Zheng Zhilong's face suddenly darkened when he heard this, and he felt a little urge to hit someone.

I thought he would have been calm when he went to lead the army alone and even won a great victory for the court. But now he saw that he was so unreliable!

Thinking of this, he was a little annoyed by his son, so he turned around and returned to the study room.

Zheng Fusong seemed to be unconscious and strode into the study, and said loudly: "Dad, don't leave, the child has something to say!"

At this moment, another hurried footsteps came. Before the person arrived, the voice arrived first: "Song'er, Song'er..."

When Zheng Fusong heard this, he knew that his mother was coming, so he stopped and turned around and shouted to the outside world: "Mom, let's talk to your father first and go see you later."

"roll!"

A loud shout came from the study room.

Obviously, Zheng Fusong's words have provoked him again.

At the same time, Zheng Fusong's mother also appeared in the yard. Her face was full of joy, but suddenly she heard Zheng Zhilong's loud shout and immediately became worried.

However, when she saw Zheng Fusong's appearance, she felt that her son was much more handsome, and she immediately became happy again. However, when she said that, she said, "Song'er, you have lost weight and are dark!"

"Mom, this is my spirit!" Zheng Fusong quickly corrected it when he heard it, then turned around and looked in the study room before turning back to his mother and said, "Mom, I'll talk to my father first!"

After saying that, he was about to turn around.

When Zheng Fusong's mother saw him, she was a little worried. She hurriedly pulled her son's hand and whispered: "Your father is angry, let's wait a moment!"

When Zheng Fusong heard this, he also whispered to his mother: "It's okay, the child is now the general, he is even older than his father's official!"

"..." Zheng Fusong's mother was a little speechless when she heard this.

She looked at her son, feeling relieved and worried.

Just when she was stunned, Zheng Fusong turned around and strode into the study. Sure enough, he saw his father sitting on the chair, his face was already gloomy and almost raining!

Zheng Fusong was not surprised at all. He didn't use his official position to suppress him, and he didn't even say anything. He just took out a letter from his arms and placed it in front of Zheng Zhilong, and then said: "This is the letter from the fourth uncle to his father!"

Zheng Zhilong was already angry and was about to scold his son. Unexpectedly, his son took out Zheng Hongkui's letter as soon as he met. He held back his anger and took the letter and read it first.

Because he knew that Zheng Hongkui was steady in his work, he must have something to talk to himself, and he would naturally not delay if he had a serious matter.

After seeing this, Zheng Zhilong's face was still not good-looking.
Chapter completed!