The interest rate of 30% under the Green Seed Method is too low. It is better to increase it to 50%.
It hurts.
The first thing I did when I regained consciousness was that I felt a burning pain in my butt.
There was someone roaring in my ears, and the sound was so fast and loud that it made my eardrums numb.
"What a bastard! What nonsense did you say in court! The interest rate of 30% on the Qingmiao Law is too low? Do you want to increase it to 50%? Do you want the civil and military officials of the court to see my joke!"
I opened my eyes with difficulty, and what I saw was the flushed face of a middle-aged man with a tall beard, holding a scary ruler in his hand.
I recalled it for a few seconds, and then my brain exploded like it was struck by lightning.
I'll go.
I traveled through time and became Wang Anshi's son, Wang Yu.
Before this knowledge was fully digested, the body's instincts started to move. I looked down and saw that I was kneeling on the study floor, my knees hurting.
I opened my mouth to say something, but suddenly some fragments of memories that didn't belong to me came to mind.
When the original owner was attending the court meeting today, in front of Zhao Xu, Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty, he shouted, "The interest rate of 30% for Qingmiao Law is too low. It is better to increase it to 50%."
Then he was dragged home by Wang Anshi on the spot and dragged all the way into the study.
I subconsciously touched the back of my head, and there was a swelling there.
When did Wang Yu die in history? It seems that he fell ill and died at the age of twenty-six. No, no, my focus now is not thinking about my own death date, but how to deal with the angry father in front of me.
"Speak! Are you mute?" Wang Anshi roared again and slapped the ruler on the table, causing the lid of the tea cup to jump.
